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The kid was wearing white apprentice’s robes trimmed in the shade of cerulean blue reserved for the use of the mage guild. The robes were pretty high quality, and seemed to be fitted specifically for him, and not some long-gone apprentice several years removed and subsequently passed down to each newbie in turn. He didn’t seem entirely comfortable in them, though, and wasn’t quite old enough to have spent a lot of time in the job. Usually the mage guild takes apprentices as they hit puberty, and judging by his face, this kid was halfway through at best. That was all the information I needed to guess his story. I held up a hand before he had a chance to start spilling it.

“Stop. I know what you’re going to say just from your face, kid. You’re here because your master pissed you off somehow. Don’t look surprised, I know how it works. You were probably bought from your dirt-poor Lowside parents for a pittance, and now you’re forced into the slightly higher class position of being a mage guild apprentice. Maybe your master is an asshole. Maybe he even abuses you. Maybe you just don’t like doing whatever creepy shit it is that a mage apprentice has to do. Whatever the offense, you’re here because you want me to steal something from him, something big enough to put him out of business so you can run back to your previous life farming bricks by the river.”

I held up a finger. “Now, I’ll give you credit for making it here. My reputation is well-known, but you had to scrounge up some cash and know who to bribe to find out where my office is. That ain’t easy, but I’m still not going to help you. I don’t do charity cases and I don’t fuck with the mage guild. That’s just asking for your life to get messed with in some really inventive and unpleasant ways.”

The kid looked distraught. “But...no! You don’t understand. The things Sotal does-- He has to be stopped!”

That got my attention. Not because of the begging, of course; I’d heard plenty of that before. But asking me to steal from the most powerful member of the mage guild? That was new, and it took a set made of brass just to make the request.

Sotal had a huge list of achievements, but his main claim to fame was the development of the most effective magical aphrodisiac on the market, Alustix. Old nobles bought it for help getting it up, and young nobles bought it for when they needed a little extra help getting a young lady to agree to spend the night in their bed. Those who weren’t nobles simply couldn’t afford it.

I sat back and stared at the kid for a minute while he got more nervous. Trying anything against Sotal would be dangerous as hell. He was widely regarded as the most skilled mage around at the moment, and they say the only reason he wasn’t the leader of the mage guild was that he didn’t want the job. He preferred to seclude himself inside his mansion and work on his own projects, without worrying about anyone else’s business. He was so secretive that nobody really knew whether ‘Sotal’ was a first or last name, or even just an alias he chose for himself.

It would be a very bad idea for me to cross him, so I gave the kid a piercing look and told him, “Convince me.” I didn’t expect him to be able to.

He looked around nervously. “Um, Miss Tabatha, I don’t know if I should tell you the details. They aren’t really fit for a lady. But, um, he’ll pay poor people to let him experiment on them. A lot of them don’t come out.”

I shrugged. “Let me explain something to you kid. Did you see a sign out front saying ‘Social Worker’?”

“No, I-”

“That’s right. There’s no sign out front at all, because I’m a fucking thief. I steal shit for a living. I don’t give a shit about those poor people you mentioned. That’s not my problem. Now, do you have anything else to convince me, or just the sob stories?”

The kid looked really upset, like he was about to do something that terrified him. “I...can tell you where to get the recipe for Alustix.”

That was a hell of an offer. Stealing that recipe and selling it to one or more of Sotal’s competitors would make me set for life. Of course, I’d have to leave town forever and hide, because pissing off a master mage is not something wise people do, but that wouldn’t be too difficult with the resources I’d have. “I’m going to assume you know what master mages are capable of. You really think you have enough information for me to get that out safely?”

The kid nodded, sensing that he had a shot at convincing me. “Yeah, I know where he keeps it. It’s not that hard to get to.”

That sounded great. Obviously, I didn’t trust him. “Why would he have it written down? And why would his apprentice get to see it?”

“Sotal says it’s imperative to have a checklist, otherwise,” he put on a voice that was clearly intended to be an imitation, though I had never heard Sotal speak so I couldn’t judge how accurate it was, “you may end up meeting a death that you’ll wish was far more immediate than it is.” He sighed. “I just get to set out the ingredients. He doesn’t trust me to do more than that.”

That checked out. You had to be half crazy to play with magic by almost anyone’s standards. There were plenty of people out there who had some affinity to it, but wisely stayed the hell away, despite the money to be made. When magic went wrong, it went really wrong. I myself had enough of a touch to feel when something had magic in it, which was useful for detecting magical traps that the nobles liked to buy to protect their valuables. “What’s your name, kid?”

He perked up. “Jaxen, Miss Tabatha.”

“Okay, Jaxen. Let’s say I was interested in the job. Tell me how I’d do it.”

He had some good information. Not as much as I’d prefer, and of course there would be spots where he didn’t even know that there were gaps in his knowledge, but it was still useful. I started to think I could pull it off.

To be really honest, thinking about the potential payday, I started to get greedy. Greed is the number one reason people get into my trade, and also the number one reason they get caught. Fortunately, I was too good to get caught.

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I cleared the outer wall easily and landed silently on the soft, grassy lawn. I held still for a moment, expecting the tingle of magical wards activating which would be my signal to bail as fast as I could. It didn’t come.

I looked around. The wall was decorative at best. Nobody would really expect it to keep thieves out; it would barely deter inquisitive teenagers. Jaxen had told me that there weren’t any border wards, but I was sure he’d been mistaken. Most of the security must be on the house. I checked my supply pouches and made sure all my skin was covered by my flat black leather clothing, then sprinted across the rather large lawn to the manor house at the center.

The kid’s instructions said that the basement was the best way in. I didn’t like that I’d have to make my way through most of the house to get to the target, but I had to trust his advice. Having an insider to help clear my way made this job far easier than it otherwise would have been, but there were still risks. If Jaxen was caught disabling any security systems, Sotal would be waiting for me, and my chances of getting out without substantial unpleasantness would be basically zero.

Bypassing the guards outside the wall had been simple. Just a simple distraction and a hit from a blackjack from behind. Time it right and you don’t even have to drag them into the shadows once they’re down. Jaxen said that Sotal was cooking a batch of Alustix today, so the house would be clear of servants as well. That meant I only had to worry about encountering Sotal, but that was plenty to worry about.

The wooden doors to the basement were unlocked, and so were the heavy iron barred gates just behind them. Pretty good security for a basement. Most people don’t put bars on their front door, so why bother with it for a simple storage area? I walked in and shut the wooden doors behind me, but not the metal gate. I didn’t want to accidentally lock myself in.

As soon as I turned around and pulled out my small glowlamp, I saw the reason for the security. The basement wasn’t full of food or wine or anything else nobles usually keep stashed away in their cellars. It instead had one wall lined with cages, each large enough for a good size animal, quite possibly a human. They were all empty at the moment, which was convenient. If they’d been occupied by people, they might have begged me for help, and that could have drawn attention.

It was clear that the kid had been serious about the weird experiments Sotal did. The basement held several tables with attached restraints, various scientific tools I couldn’t identify, and a row of cabinets with heavy locks holding them closed. Everything an aspiring mad scientist needs. Or maybe this was just how all mages decorate. I couldn’t be sure.

I didn’t have a huge amount of time, but I figured I could spare enough to check one of the cabinets. There might be more stuff worth stealing in there, maybe even the recipe I came for. I stashed away the glowlamp and pulled out my lock picking tools. The locks on the cabinets were the kind that look big and imposing but are actually easy to get through. It’s the tiny, intricate ones that are the real bastards to pick. The lock popped open in seconds and I got the glowlamp back out. In its soft blue light, I saw a collection of objects that would have been amusing in a context other than a basement dungeon.

The top three shelves held an impressive array of sex toys. Dildos, clamps, chains, restraints, more variety than your average sex shop. Hell, there was stuff I couldn’t even identify. Below that was a row of costumes. I didn’t bother to look at them all, but they appeared to be very revealing. So I wasn’t just in a dungeon, it was a weird sex dungeon. That was the business Sotal was in, so it wasn’t that surprising. I was mostly just impressed at how many items he had in there. I decided I had enough time to check one more cabinet and quickly picked the next lock in the line. I opened that one and immediately backed away.

The second cabinet held racks of glass jars, and I could feel the magic pouring off the multicolored liquids inside. It was the magical equivalent of opening a pantry full of rotting food. A pair of heavy leather gloves hung on the inside of the door, and if even Sotal used those precautions when handling them, then I certainly wanted nothing to do with the stuff. I carefully nudged the door closed again and turned to leave.

That was when I recognized the scent that had been on the edge of my awareness since I entered the basement. It didn’t smell like any jail or zoo that I’d been in, as the cages would suggest. It smelled like sex. Not recent, and there had been some effort to clean it up, but in a place like that you can’t fully get rid of it. Still, for it to linger so detectably the room had to be getting lots of use. I briefly felt some respect toward Sotal, but then remembered that most of the participants weren’t there voluntarily.

There was another of the metal gates at the bottom of the stairs to the main house. People were clearly not meant to easily leave the dungeon. I passed through the gate and carefully padded to the top of the stairs, stepping close to the wall where the steps are better supported and less likely to creak.

It’s weird to walk through a big house when it’s abandoned. Usually you can sense the servants working behind the scenes even if they’re staying out of sight. It was especially helpful to me since I knew that any sign of someone else meant I needed to hide.

I made my way to the second floor. The kid told me the formula was stored in Sotal’s lab, which was right next to his personal rooms. Everything was still quiet, and it was looking like this would be a pretty easy job.

The lab was as dangerous as I expected. Not in the way that would get me caught, but in that the contents were not to be trifled with by the uneducated. There were books scattered everywhere, opened to pages of instruction in languages I didn’t know or diagrams I couldn’t decipher. The various wooden tables were covered with potions and powders in unknown stages of preparation. I didn’t even know if I should be wearing a mask while I was in there. If I could pick out some finished Alustix to take I could pad my earnings pretty well, but if there was any around it certainly wasn’t labeled.

The safe was built into the wall, not even hidden behind anything. This security was actually pretty pitiful. Did he just depend on his reputation to keep him safe? If all mages were like this, I just discovered a great source of revenue.

I’d seen this type of safe before. It was a high end one, with a legitimately difficult lock. I gave one last look around the area and knelt in front of the safe. I held a hand in front of it and checked for magical traps. My minor magical sensitivity was already tingling just from being in the magic lab, but I was confident I’d still be able to detect a fully active anti-theft spell. The safe felt inactive. I got a feeling that something highly magical might be stored inside it, but there were no spells on the mechanisms I’d be touching. My luck continued.

I closed my eyes, pressed the side of my head against the safe, and started to spin the combination lock. The mechanism was very precise, but I should be able to hear it move through bone conduction on my skull. The dial spun smoothly, but I could indeed feel the internals slide into place when it was aligned. I worked fast from long practice, and soon the lock mechanism was free. I smiled and turned the handle to open the safe.

A spray of liquid shot directly into my face. With my head directly against the safe, I got a solid coating of it, even as I rushed to pull away. My entire face tingled fiercely, the sign of nearby magic. This is what I had sensed inside the safe. It wasn’t a magic lock, it was a purely mechanical trick lock that shot out some sort of liquid. In this case, a magical one. Knowing Sotal, I wouldn’t like its effects at all. I had to go.

I jumped to my feet and started to sprint toward the door to the lab. The time for being quiet and subtle was over. Mere steps away, Sotal appeared in the doorway, a satisfied smirk on his face. His apprentice followed him, looking absolutely delighted.

I halted suddenly. The room suddenly felt excessively warm. “Oh, fuck me.” It was all a trap. I should have known.

Sotal laughed. “My dear, you should be very careful about who you make that invitation to.” The bastard had the gall to be handsome as well as rich and powerful. Tall, with slicked dark hair, the look of plain malicious glee on his face was all that harmed his attractiveness. Jaxen looked young as before, which I have to say was a little disturbing, given the lascivious look he was aiming at me.

My hand crept down to the dagger at my side. What were the odds that a mage would be a good fighter? Still, there were two of them, and they had positional advantage. I’d have a tough time getting past both, even if they were unarmed.

Sotal saw me move and tsked. “You’ll offer me violence in my own home? Can’t we just talk this out?” He still had that scary smile. He was trying to delay me, which meant I needed to get going immediately.

I breathed heavily. The air felt oppressively hot, and my skin tingled fiercely. Was Sotal doing something, or was it the stuff I got sprayed with? The warmth seeped into me, seeming to concentrate in my breasts and lower belly. I’d never experienced it before, but those were the telltale signs of Alustix. Shit. I didn’t have much time before I’d be begging for cock like I was in heat. I ignored my nipples stiffening against my leather clothes, palmed my dagger, and braced for a charge.

The apprentice stepped in front of Sotal, but the mage just pushed him to the side. “Don’t worry, Jaxen. Just wait.”

I sprinted forward, closing half the distance to the two men before a spike of arousal shot through me like a hot twist in my gut. I stumbled, dropping to my knees and catching myself with my hands, my dagger sliding away from me across the floor.

Sotal chuckled. “Right on schedule. I told you to trust me Jaxen.”

The unnatural arousal was disturbing. I never felt like this, and to be so worked up with no clear cause was surreal. Shaking it off as much as I could, I got back to my feet and rushed forward, only to fall again as a stab of emptiness stole my focus away. I had to have something inside me, now. I seemed to lose control of my hands, one squeezing at my breast while the other worked its way into my pants. I was in trouble. “Oh, fuck.”

“You really need better variety in your curses,” Sotal chided.

I glared at him, though it was hard to maintain an expression of hate as my fingers found my pussy and slipped inside. Gods, I was wet. These pants were going to be ruined at this rate. I was so sensitive I almost couldn’t resist the urge to lay on the ground and rub my clit until I dissolved into a puddle of pleasure. “What did you do to me?”

He walked over and looked down at me. “Just a concentrated dose of Alustix. Quite effective, isn’t it?”

No shit, it was effective. It was increasingly hard to concentrate on anything but my own pleasure. I’d never been so needy before. My fingers worked hard inside my pants while my other hand hurriedly unlaced them. I needed better access. The fact that the man whose house I was robbing was watching me didn’t seem important. I couldn’t fight; I had to talk my way out. “Just let me go. I won’t bother you again.”

Sotal laughed again. “I don’t think you’re in a very good bargaining position here.” He knelt down and squeezed my breast, making me gasp. I wanted to slap his hand away, but both my arms were busy between my legs. “I mean, here I have a thief, caught red-handed in my own home. Fortunately I’ve managed to subdue her without being hurt. Now, if I turned you in, do you know what would happen to you?”

I winced, then moaned as I rubbed my thumb across my clit. The punishments for robbing notable citizens were quite severe. If I was lucky, I’d just have a hand cut off, but execution was a real possibility. The fear made me stop fingering myself for a moment. My pants were down around my knees, hobbling me. “Don’t...I can’t.” I was disgusted with myself for begging this asshole, but it beat being turned in.

“There are other options,” Sotal said, closing the trap. “I could release you and declare that I’ve satisfied justice on my own, and you’d be free to go. Of course, that would require me to deliver my own punishment to you. What would you prefer?”

That bastard. He knew I didn’t really have a choice. “I don’t think I’ll like your justice.” Again I tried to make my voice sound hard, but it was interrupted by gasps as I resumed fucking myself with my fingers. I couldn’t stop for more than a few seconds before the need overwhelmed me and I had to continue masturbating. My fingers were starting to feel insufficient for my needs.

Sotal nodded. “Oh, you certainly won’t. But I promise you’ll still be able to continue your profession after I release you, so long as you never return to trouble me.”

I hesitated, still kneeling on the ground, wondering if there was still a way I could escape on my own. Even if I could control my lust long enough to get away, I had already left a significant quantity of my fluids on the floor, and there was probably a magical way to prove it was me or track me down if I fled town.

Sotal moved behind me and grabbed my arms, pulling them behind my back.

I struggled, but my strength had somehow failed. I had no hope of slipping his grasp. Clearly, Alustix was even more evil than I knew.

Sotal spoke into my ear, “We’ll show you some hospitality until you make a decision. You can tell us to stop and we’ll turn you over to Justice. Or you can stay until I’m satisfied.”

Jaxen moved forward. I stared at him with open lust, trying to entice him into playing with me. I could barely consider Sotal’s offer at the moment. My pussy burned for more attention, swollen and wet with need.

The apprentice looked at me appraisingly and smiled, then unlaced my dark leather shirt, freeing my small breasts. He pinched my nipples, making me moan with desire despite the pain. My feelings were all mixed up.

I spread my legs, exposing my glistening sex to his attention. My body ached for more pleasure. “You...sick fucks.”

Sotal chuckled. “That’s still not a decision. Just let me know when you’ve chosen.”

Jaxen crouched on top of me, inspecting my heated pussy. “Hm, she could use a trim, but I suppose that’s to be expected when they’re captured from the wild.” His fingers stroked across my lips, spreading my juices, making my hips jump.

I cringed at his touch, but couldn’t pull away. “Please...” I didn’t even know what I was begging for.

The apprentice slid his fingers inside me, slowly stroking my sensitive insides. He teasingly avoided my clit, just gently rubbed my magically inflamed folds. “Please what? Fuck you? Hand you over to the city’s Justice?”

I moaned. I couldn’t think. Maybe an orgasm would clear my head enough. That was what I needed. My voice dripped with lust. “Yes. Fuck me. Please.”

Jaxen grinned widely and leaned forward, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking. His hand in my pussy sped up, matched by thrusts of my hips as I ground my clit against his thumb.

I cried out in pleasure. I was so close!

Sotal whispered into my ear again. “So you surrender yourself to my mercy?”

“Yes!” I shouted as I came hard. It was the best orgasm of my life, fueled by Alustix and brutal teasing. My back arched in pleasure, my juices soaking Jaxen’s hand as he worked me hard, not letting me stop cumming until I was utterly worn out, slumping back against Sotal.

I barely had time to wonder what I had agreed to before I passed into an exhausted slumber.

I woke up on a plush bed, which was more disturbing than you might think, but still way better than one of the cages I had seen. The Alustix had worn off, and my head was clear, letting me remember exactly what I had done. I didn’t exactly regret the decision to choose Sotal’s justice over official channels-- if he kept his word about letting me go back to thieving it couldn’t be that bad-- but fuck if that hadn’t been the most humiliating way to make that choice. Running away wasn’t an option now; Sotal held all the cards. I’d have to submit to whatever punishment he wanted.

I could remember how it had felt to be under the effect of Alustix, and it scared me. I’d given over to my lust frighteningly quickly under its influence. Now I was Sotal’s plaything until he decided that he was satisfied with my punishment, and the potency of Alustix made me worried about what else he was capable of.

On that note, it wasn’t surprising that I was naked, with none of my clothes or equipment around. I hoped I’d get it all back when he let me go. I rather liked that outfit.

Somehow, Sotal knew that I was awake and showed up immediately, carrying a large leather pouch. He seemed far too enthusiastic for my liking. Jaxen followed behind him, looking satisfied. Sotal looked over my naked form and nodded. I didn’t bother covering up; it was far too late for modesty. He started emptying the pouch. “Good morning my little thief, are you ready for your first day of service?”

I scowled. “I’ll do what you ask, but I hope you don’t expect me to be happy about it.”

Sotal nodded. “I certainly don’t. I rather prefer you be humiliated, actually. You did violate the privacy and safety of my home.”

I couldn’t really argue with that. There were no good guys in this room.

The mage held up his hands. In one he had two small rings, in the other he held one large one. “To show what a benevolent master I will be for your time here, I’ll let you make a choice. You will be marked with a symbol of my ownership. You can pick the collar, which everyone will be able to see, or you can have nipple rings, which only you will know about, but are much more intimate. Whichever you choose, they will not come off. Ever.”

Gods dammit. It was true to his promise; neither would keep me from thieving when I was released, but I had to choose my own permanent humiliation. I could tell he knew which one I would choose, but he still made me do it. I winced and pointed to the small rings. “The collar would ruin my reputation. Give me the rings.”

Sotal nodded. “Good choice. Lean against the wall.”

I sat on the bed and positioned myself as instructed. Jaxen came up beside me and pressed my shoulders against the wall. I scoffed. “Is this really necessary?”

Jaxen shrugged. “These are permanent. You want to risk them getting fucked up?”

A solid point. I just grumbled in response.

Sotal pressed a needle against my nipple and I took a deep breath.

“Don’t you have anesthetic or something?”

He nodded. “Yes, I do.” Then he stabbed the needle through my nipple, following quickly with the open side of the small, dull metal ring.

I only grunted, not giving him the satisfaction of a pained shout. Strangely, the piercing didn’t seem to bleed at all. Nor did the next one when he did it. Even the pain faded quickly as I massaged the area around my nipples. That was a fancy needle he had.

Sotal then gripped the open sides of the rings and closed his eyes for a moment. The rings heated up briefly, then just tingled with residual magic. When he pulled his hands away, the rings were smooth and unbroken.

I poked at one. They actually looked pretty good. That tingling wasn’t going away, though. The tingling from my magic sensitivity. Triggered by my nipple rings. That were permanent. My nipples grew hard even as I realized the horrible mistake I had made. “Oh shit.”

Jaxen burst out laughing. “You were right. I can’t believe she didn’t see it coming.” He tugged on the rings, testing them himself, and though I felt a mild twinge of pain, the feeling of pleasure was stronger, and I got the impression that my skin was in no danger of being strained. Magically permanent. Lovely.

Sotal nodded knowingly. “It’s just like I told you. Those without the ability don’t think in terms of magical consequences. You can always use that to your advantage.”

“You are both bastards,” I growled.

“Please save your curses for the end. We have more to do.” Sotal produced a small jar from the pouch. “You probably won’t like this one, either. My apprentice would prefer if you were bare, and I somewhat agree with his aesthetic preferences, so it must be done.” He carefully used a small towel to remove some cream from the jar. “Spread your legs.”

“Let me guess. This is permanent too?” I slowly spread my legs, hoping I wasn’t visibly aroused from the constant stimulation in my nipples. That was already getting old.

Sotal nodded. “Quite. You could say it’s my specialty.” He rubbed the cloth across my crotch, leaving a fierce tingling there. A few moments later he wiped with the clean side of the cloth, and all my pubic hair came with it.

I was now smooth as a high-priced whore, though I wouldn’t have to shave to stay that way. My face flushed in annoyed embarrassment. This would be difficult to explain to anyone I went to bed with in t he future. The situation was steadily getting worse. I taunted Sotal to take my mind off it. “Alustix isn’t permanent, thank the gods. How can it be your specialty if your most famous product isn’t permanent?”

Sotal shrugged. “It is and it isn’t. Interesting that you brought it up. It’s time to start your training.”

My training? That didn’t sound fun. “Hey now, I don’t see what that has to do with justice.”

The mage laughed. “You will.” And he splashed a small vial of liquid on my face.

I instantly recognized the feeling of Alustix soaking into me. “Dammit! I’m cooperating! I let you put these fucking rings on me and remove my pussy hair. You don’t need to use that!”

Sotal just smiled. “Oh, but I do. Now be a good girl and pleasure my apprentice. I understand you were very condescending to him when he visited you, and you need to make up for that.”

I scowled, but I could already feel myself moistening, and I knew the uncontrollable lust would have me doing it whether I wanted to or not, even without the order. I looked to Jaxen and found that he’d already shed his loose apprentice robe and, damn, he did not look like a kid in his early teens underneath. That tricky, baby-faced motherfucker was built, and he had a thick, mouth-watering dick. That last part might have been the Alustix talking. “Shit, how old are you?”

“I’m nineteen, you patronizing bitch.” He was already mostly hard, and I started touching myself just looking at his maleness. “On your knees,” he ordered.

I resisted as long as I could, which didn’t even amount to a full minute. Jaxen just watched me as my heat grew, until I couldn’t take my eyes off his crotch for how much I wanted him in me. I wanted it bad, wherever he felt like putting it. My hands rubbed at my pussy, enjoying how slick I was down there with no hair. I fell to my knees in front of him, panting with lust.

“Suck.”

I barely needed the instruction. I can’t claim great skill at blow jobs, but I certainly had enthusiasm on my side. I eagerly took him into my mouth, licking and sucking like a starving person trying to get a meal. My hands grabbed his rear, holding him in place for me to service. I heard Jaxen moan and that made me shiver in pleasure. I wanted his cum in my mouth, a desire I’d never felt before. I already loved the smell and taste of him, and knew his seed could only be better.

I felt hands lifting gently upward on my butt and I moved obediently, raising and presenting my ass, too absorbed in sucking Jaxen’s cock to worry about what was happening. That was all that was needed to provide access to my wet slit, and I moaned around the dick in my mouth as fingers expertly stroked my hot folds.

The touch on my pussy was teasing at first, but as I worked energetically to get my mouthful of cum it rapidly sped up. I felt my muscles twitching, my hips rocking to press against the hand, making it harder to concentrate on blowing Jaxen, but my lust urged me on. At last, as I flicked my tongue across his tip, he yelped and grabbed my head, holding me in position. His cock stiffened and pulsed, coating my tongue with thick cum that turned out to be just as delicious as I expected.

At the same time, the hand on my pussy sank two fingers deep inside and vigorously rubbed my clit. I exploded in orgasm, body shaking as I tensed on the fingers inside me. My mind was overloaded, alternately focusing on the cock in my mouth, the taste of cum, and the magically enhanced pleasure from my sex. I lost an indeterminate amount of time floating in that pleasured haze, and when I came to myself and managed to swallow, the taste of cum lingered on my tongue.

I stayed on my hands and knees, panting with exertion but still burning with magically-induced arousal. A new cock appeared in front of me, and Sotal’s voice ordered, “Suck.” I did.

He wasn’t as big as Jaxen, but I enjoyed sucking him just as much. It was like every part of my body had been adapted to give pleasure, and having my lips around a cock was just as good as having it in my pussy.

Jaxen took Sotal’s previous place behind me, but he had a different technique for ‘motivating’ me. He knelt behind me, gripped my hips, and buried his face in my hot snatch. Under the effects of Alustix, damn near anything would have felt good down there, but I’m pretty sure that he had some skill with his tongue. No wonder he wanted my hair out of the way. He worked on me as I pleasured Sotal, and I was thankful to all of the women that he had practiced on, even if they’d been kidnapped and imprisoned while he did it.

The second blow job proceeded like the first, with me sucking with a desperate eagerness and Jaxen behind me rewarding my efforts. Every time I got close to climax he would back off, until on some sign from Sotal he pushed me over, just as Sotal came in my mouth. I once again experienced one of the best orgasms of my life as I swallowed a man’s cum.

I was more tired now, but they didn’t let me rest. They swapped positions again and Jaxen stood in front of me. His mouth was probably covered with my juices, but I didn’t look that far up. I was focused on his cock, hard again thanks to teenage virility. He didn’t have to give the order; I knew what was wanted of me, and I wanted it for myself. I wrapped my lips around his cock and raised my butt for better access, eagerly awaiting the touch of fingers on my still-needy pussy.

Jaxen lasted longer the second time, but the result was the same. I sucked him off as hard and fast as I could while Sotal pleasured me from behind. Minutes later I got another mouthful of cum and another immensely rewarding orgasm. This time I was allowed to collapse when I was done. As I lay panting in exhaustion, one of them lifted me onto the bed.

Then they left me, alone in the bed, while the Alustix wore off, too tired to tend to my lingering lust. They returned when I was myself again, both of them clothed and clean. Sotal grinned at me, and I scowled back. “How did you like your first training session?”

I grumbled. “First? How long are you going to keep this up?” I did my best to ignore the taste of them in my mouth and the feeling of stickiness between my legs.

Sotal shrugged. “Until the lesson sinks in. It shouldn’t be too terribly long.”

Whatever lesson he wanted to teach me, it would take more than a couple magically-coerced blow jobs to get to me.

I was allowed to wash myself-- under supervision, the assholes --and returned to the bedroom. I wish I could say I rebelled more during my time there, but the threat was too severe if Sotal decided I wasn’t cooperating. Really, I was mostly left alone in the bedroom. I was given food at regular intervals, but never any clothes. Most of the time was boring, leaving me to focus on the annoying tingling from my permanently pierced nipples. From time to time they would dose me with Alustix and give me another blow job training session. To be honest, it was hard not to look forward to that. Sure, it was humiliating to get forced into giving oral sex, but the orgasms I got from it were so good that it was genuinely hard to complain. Eventually I looked forward to performing the service. It was easy enough to pretend I was doing it to people I liked better, at least until the lust took me and they became nothing more than tools to satisfy my hunger.

The routine of feeding, bathing, and servicing repeated for most of a week, before things changed on the final day. Sotal and Jaxen entered at about the time I expected they’d want servicing, but Sotal didn’t have the bag he usually carried Alustix in. “Good afternoon, it’s time to see if our little experiment has been successful.”

“Experiment?” I asked. I thought he’d been engaging in some fairly ordinary humiliation. Ordinary for a mage, that is. What was he actually testing me on?

“Yes, I assure you that you’ll know immediately if it worked. Please stand.”

I stood, looking bored and annoyed, trying to be casual about my nudity.

Sotal gestured at Jaxen, and the apprentice dropped his robe. Sotal was right; I did know immediately that his experiment had worked.

Jaxen was already hard, as he always was at the start of these sessions. My eyes locked on his erect cock, and I wanted it in my mouth, bad. Not as much as I did when under the effect of Alustix, but still way more than I would have before my stay with the mage. “Fuck.”

Sotal laughed, but didn’t say anything. He put his arm on Jaxen’s shoulder to keep him from moving toward me, and waited.

I tried to resist. I hadn’t been dosed so I shouldn’t feel like that at the mere sight of a dick. Unfortunately, nobody told my stiffening nipples or moistening pussy that they shouldn’t be reacting. I took a step forward, almost before I knew what I was doing, and then dropped to my knees. There was nothing I could do. I had to have it.

I gave a blow job as good as I ever gave under the effect of Alustix, and it felt just as pleasurable as it did before. When Jaxen’s cum sprayed across my tongue, I came with an astonishing intensity that left me barely able to even stay upright on my knees, despite never even having touched myself.

As I lay on the ground panting in exhaustion, Sotal stood over me. “It seems you did learn the lesson I wanted you to. We’ll be letting you go now.” He looked me up and down. “After you’ve cleaned up, perhaps.”

I was quiet as I bathed. How long would this last? Would I be a mouth slut forever, drooling at the sight of any dick ran across? I’d have to be really careful testing it out in the future, with someone I trust.

After cleaning, I wasn’t led back to the room where I had been kept. Sotal and Jaxen escorted me to the front door, still nude. “I don’t suppose it would do me any good to ask for my clothes and equipment back.”

Sotal shook his head. “No, it would not. Now, have a nice life, and never return to my house.” He opened the door and shoved me out.

I actually got most of the way back to my rooms before I had trouble. In the nice part of town I merely had to avoid the guards and ignore the lewd or disapproving comments thrown my way by people on the street. However, I live in a slightly less classy area.

There, the stares and comments were joined by repeated offers of money for my services, and they didn’t mean thieving. Of course, the fact that my nipples were kept permanently hard by my piercings didn’t help my credibility. One particularly ugly fellow outside a bar shouted an offer and I made the mistake of turning to yell an insult back. He actually had his pants unlaced and was shaking his member at me.

Moments later, I was on my knees in front of him, energetically sucking his cock. I heard him laughing above me and making crude requests, but I was too busy blowing him and playing with myself.

Hands gripped my ass and I reflexively raised it. Instead of the fingers I’d been trained to expect, another cock slipped easily into my juicy slit. I shouted around the cock in my mouth, but was in too much pleasure to bring myself to stop the other guy from fucking me. I dimly heard more voices surround me. Every guy from the bar must have been waiting to have a turn with me, and I was powerless to resist them. It was a long time before I made it back home, and by then I was a sticky, dripping mess.

Fucking Alustix.