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The Sorcerer's Tower

Click.

The tumblers all fell into place and I twisted the lock with a toothy grin. Gently, I pushed the heavy wooden door open, keeping my sharp ears listening for the slightest noise of a trip-wire tightening or a gear scraping, but heard nothing but the squeak of the door's hinges as stagnant air brushed past my whiskers.

"We'rrrre in," I trilled back to my partner.

"Rrrrrm," Lazrin grunted back and rubbed his long claws along one of the feathers that hung on a necklace down around his round belly. The brown bear was not much for conversation, but his druidic magic had saved my hide more than once.

It was all a little too easy. A wizard's tower with an escape tunnel leading into the foothills nearby that was easily found and breached. But then, wizards tended to get an ego once they got big enough, especially wicked ones. Collecting tribute from nearby villages, enthralling wanderers into being your slaves...it inspired far too much confidence for one man to handle and Sumi was clearly no exception. When one is surrounded by those afraid of the wrath of your arrogance, sloppy projects like this arise.

"Rrremember," I whispered back to Lazrin. "Dead or alive."

Lazrin grumbled something in his strange tongue and his teal eyes shimmered.

A subtle glow began to emanate from the stones lining the walls leading deep into the darkness. Even in the foundation of a tower like this there was still nature to be found, bioluminescent mushrooms that were too small for anyone's eyes to see, activated by the power of Lazrin's magic. It would be just enough to light the way.

I crept forward swiftly, dancing just out of range of the glow from Lazrin's spell, my black fur blending in with the shadowed stone. Though the door had been uncannily easy to unlock, I refused to get careless in looking for traps, in fact that meant I had to be even more careful than normal.

"Speak of the devil," I paused, feeling the slightest brush of a tripwire against the shin of my black pants. "Trrrrap here."

Kneeling down slowly, I withdrew my dagger from its sheath and pinched the wire between my paws. I felt the tension in the wire and flicked my ear, listening for any whispers of gears or other mechanics in the wall or the floor.

"Rrrrrgh," Lazrin grumbled.

"Quiet!" I hissed. The glowing lights began to flicker as Lazrin stumbled to my side. The large bear was shaking, clutching his cloak across his body as if to hide, he had never been a fan of tight spaces. "We'll be out of herrrre soon."

Lazrin continued to whine while I examined the trap. Honestly, we could have just walked over it instead of disarming it, but it was always a good idea to learn as much as you could from your enemy's traps and either remove them from the equation or use it against them. It also prevented foolish accidents when escaping from the area.

The wire seemed to just run from one end of the wall to the other. There was nothing attached to it, almost like the trap had been started and then abandoned partway through.

A heavy stone thump echoed down the hall behind us and I jolted, releasing the wire instantly and brandishing my blade against the darkness. Lazrin's fur was all puffed-up, his eyes wide with fear as he spun around.

My eyes darted down to the tripwire just in time to see the heel of Lazrin's foot catch it and snap it in half. The bear must have realized what he had done as he slowly looked over to me with his mouth hanging wide open.

Crimson glyphs suddenly glowed on the floor around us, whispering an alphabet in an arcane tongue we knew nothing of except that it meant us ill. Of course it had to have been a magic trap!

I darted forward, leaping over a set of iron bars that shot up from the ground just in time before it hit the ceiling, separating me from my companion.

"Mrrrrrrrr!" Lazrin barked as another set of bars appeared behind him with a deafening thud. The bear began to panic, shaking the bars in a desperate attempt to escape but to no avail.

"Calm down, Laz," I grinned and tapped the bars with my claws. "I'll find a way to get you out of therrrre."

And pocket a little extra of Sumi's loot for myself...

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The sound echoed behind me, growing closer with each clap. I pinched the hilt of a small throwing dagger and twirled around, tossing it blindly at the noise.

A flash of light exploded through the tunnel and I covered my eyes with my arm.

"Bounty hunters are so predictable," a snide voice muttered followed by a laugh.

Slowly, I pulled my arm away from my face and saw a tall, brown pine marten standing before us with a black shirt on and baggy pants.

Sumi. Our target.

Behind me, I could hear Lazrin chanting something, but whatever spell he attempted to conjure fizzled into nothing, and the steel bars glowed red for a split-second before fading.

"Ah, the big one thinks I'm foolish enough not to magic-proof my cages!" the marten chuckled and rubbed his chin furs. "And now I bet-"

I charged forward, rearing back with my dagger and plunging it forward the moment I could see the whites of the mustelid's eyes.

In an instant, I found myself up against the bars on my rear, my back exploding with pain. The world was shaking, but I had no time to recover. I scratched my paw across the stone floor, desperately trying to find my dagger.

"Looking for this?"

Sumi grinned as he tapped his black toe-claws against the blade of my knife. It was lying on the ground, I must have dropped it when I was knocked back.

Kicking my blade back into the darkness, Sumi stepped forward, sneering down at me with his narrow muzzle. With a snap of his finger, blue flames danced across his fingertips.

"It would be so easy to incinerate the both of you, but..."

With another snap, the flames vanished.

"...The smell of burnt fur would travel up into my tower, no magic can prevent that, so let's make a deal."

There was a flash of light and Sumi suddenly tossed two objects forward, one past my head and through the bars, and the other clattered at my knees. It was a collar.

My skin burned beneath my fur. I had heard about the tales of the wizard's sexual escapades and what he did with his captives, dominating and abusing them to sate his lusts all day and night. With the marten's brown eyes staring down at me, I could feel his dominant aura wrapping itself around me, forcing me to...

No.

"I'm not going to be yourrrrr slave," I growled.

Snorting, Sumi shrugged his shoulders, "My dear pantheress, Nzuri, is it?"

"How-"

"I've been keeping tabs on you two," Sumi closed his eyes with a smug grin. "Really, I'm not in the market for more slaves at the moment. What I want you to do is put those collars on, I'll raise the bars, and you walk out of here and back to the guild hall or tavern or wherever you got this contract from. Show off the collar and tell some tale about how I ravaged you both or somesuch, then the collar will come off."

I blinked, "That's it?"

"That's it."

Grumbling, I turned back to Lazrin, "What do you think?"

Slowly, the bear closed his eyes and nodded, gripping the collar between his claws.

"Fine," I said firmly.

I undid the latch on the metal collar and put my neck in the open semi-circle before closing it shut. At first it was quite loose, but the metal suddenly grew more restrictive, binding itself tight across my throat until I could hardly breathe.

"Careful, don't fight it," Sumi twitched his whiskers as he watched the both of us struggle with delight. "It'll fit itself to your proportions, don't worry."

"Hhnnnngg," Lazrin groaned. His paws were clenched into fists as he tried to stop himself from tearing the collar away.

Eventually the collar settled on a size. It was just tight enough that I could feel it chafe against my fur even when standing perfectly still, just the right level of sadism to be expected from Sumi.

"Very good," Sumi snapped his fingers and the bars quickly retracted. "On your way now."

Lazrin turned and took a single step but suddenly stopped, spun around and slapped his paws onto the ground as he genuflected towards the wizard.

"What the-"

Before I could finish my sentence, I found my body acting on its own. I tried to stop it, but whatever magic was possessing me was too powerful and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from bowing down and supplicating myself.

As we were stuck on the ground worshiping him, the marten laughed maniacally.

"Remember how I said I wasn't in the market for slaves?" Sumi paushed, coughing slightly as he caught his breath. "You didn't really believe that, did you?"

"I-I..." I swallowed. What was there to say to that? That I believed him and was a fool? That I didn't and put on the collar despite knowing it must be a trap?

Did I even know?

"That quiver in your voice..." Sumi walked over as I was forced out of my bow and sat up on my knees, holding my muzzle upward as the wizard cupped my chin in his paw. "You wanted this, didn't you?"

Sumi's paw scratched the tip of my chin. Electricity coursed through my body, flames engulfed my loins.

"No!" I objected. I wanted to slap his paw away but I was frozen, save for my mouth. " Absolutely not, you monsterrrrrr!"

Shaking his head with a smile, Sumi snapped his paw away from my chin and walked behind me to Lazrin.

"And you? Are you in denial as well?"

"Rrrrrrgh," Lazrin growled.

"There will be plenty of time to admit the truth, in the meantime..." Sumi stepped past me, his soft tail brushing against the side of my muzzle. "Let's go somewhere a bit more comfortable, shall we? Ah, but first..."

We suddenly snapped to our feet and I found my paws reaching towards the buckles fastening my cloak and vest on, pulling them away slowly while the marten sneered lecherously.

My skin burned as I removed them, exposing my breasts to the eyes of the wizard. I was granted no rest as the collar then had me remove my belt and lower my trousers.

I suddenly felt very cold. The ends of my nipples went hard and I tried to hug myself to keep myself warm but I could not fight the collar.

Lazrin stepped forward, exposing his naked body to the marten. His cock was tucked away in its sheath and the druid wore less clothes than most folks normally, but he seemed even more ashamed by this act of submission, his eyes were lowered to the ground even as the collar forced him to stand up straight.

"Very good, kindly follow me now."

Sumi took a step and we had no choice but to follow slowly behind in single file with me at the lead. The smug marten looked over his shoulder and snickered.

"Good slaves."

I felt my skin blush again upon hearing that word. I was in grave danger but my body and heart were acting strangely and I hated it.

We were led down to the end of the dank tunnel and up a stone spiral staircase. Both of us tripped multiple times, the collar clearly had limitations on balance, but thankfully we didn't get injured. Sumi did not so much as look back at us, let alone offer to help us up, we were just his slaves after all.

Eventually the marten stopped at a landing on the staircase and opened a door. We followed him through it into a candle-lit hallway with a red carpet laid across the floor.

I could smell other slaves of various species, their scent lingering on the walls and carpet. But I could not tell if they were still here.

Shivering, I tried not to think about what might have happened to them. Sumi eventually stopped at an oak door and flung it open, slipping inside.

The room was a lounge of some kind, or a study, it had traits of both. There were bookshelves lining the wall by the entrance ranging in subject from arcana to history, but there were also two sofas with purple velvet cushions laid atop them beside a roaring stone fireplace. There was even a washbasin along with an empty bathtub made of unfathomably expensive ivory porcelain.

We were forced to stand by the entrance, flanking the door frame, with our arms crossed behind our backs and our heads lowered. We were waiting for further orders from our new master, who casually hummed as he danced about the room, picking up a glass with a small mouthful of wine left in it before gulping it down and placing it on the counter of the washbasin.

"Mrgh," Lazrin whispered to me as low as he could.

"I know, I know..." I whispered back and then looked over at Sumi. "Sumi, can you just get this overrrrrr with?"

"Master Sumi, if you will!" the marten wagged a finger at us while he rummaged through a drawer attached to the basin. "I don't really care, be a good obedient slave or a brat, it doesn't matter. You're mine no matter what you say for as long as I please."

Candlelight reflected off of a metal tool Sumi pulled out of the drawer and he grinned wickedly. It was a thin dagger.

"Bear," Sumi barked at Lazrin. "Get on your knees."

"Don't hurt him!" I pleaded.

"That's really up to you, my dear," Sumi filled his glass with soapy water and walked over to me, pushing both the dagger and the glass to me. "I don't like that mane of his, does he think he's a lion? Too proud for a slave I'd say, shave it off."

I reached up and took both of the objects. The hilt of the knife felt heavy in my paws despite its light appearance. I tried more than ever today to break the collar's will and plunge the blade straight into the marten's heart but all that happened was the collar began to constrict itself against my neck and I was forced to continue along with the order.

Kneeling down, I placed the glass on the ground. At first I thought Sumi would have the decency to let me apply a layer of soap to my companion's fur, but that hope vanished when I saw my paws grab a clump of Lazrin's fur and press the blade against them.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as I felt the blade slice through his fur.

"Nrrrrgh!" Lazrin grunted as I swept along the same patch of fur until it was as bald as I could get with a dry shave.

Wincing from my friend's cries, I dipped the blade into the glass of water, cleaning off the fur from it and immediately went back and began shaving at another patch.

This went on for what seemed like hours. Lazrin's mane was thick and large, the knife was too small for such a job. But I had no choice but to suffer through his cries of pain and the occasional drop of blood seeping from his exposed skin.

Eventually it came to an end. A bald, more or less, ring was around Lazrin's neck just below the collar. My proud companion looked like he wanted to cry but either the collar forbade him from doing it or he did not want to give the wizard the satisfaction.

"He looks hurt," Sumi said soothingly, which concerned me even more than his mockery, "why don't you lick him better?"

Instead of leaning in forward towards one of the many small cuts on Lazrin's skin, I bent over and pressed my nose up against Lazrin's sheath. My tongue reached out and probed the opening of the sheath, brushing up against the tip of his cock within it.

"Nnnnngh," Lazrin moaned. Despite the circumstances, his black cock began to emerge from its prison and I ran it along the top of my tongue, taking in his musky flavor.

While I licked at my friend's cock, I could hear the wizard rummaging through another drawer and humming a little tune to himself.

"Doesn't he look happy now? Good kitty."

My loins burned again and I had to remind myself that Sumi was a disgusting, criminal wizard and not someone to be turned on by.

"Alright, stand up."

I immediately broke off from Lazrin's cock and stood up straight.

"Good kitties deserve rewards," Sumi whispered in my ear.

The wizard suddenly grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and brought some device into my view. It was a gag with a metal phallus on it.

I found myself opening my mouth eagerly while my tail wagged like a happy dog's, both of which were beyond my control. The marten slid the phallus into my mouth and across my tongue before wrapping the leather straps attached to it around the back of my head, securing it in place.

"But that's not all!" the wizard gleefully exclaimed and pulled out another toy with a metal phallus attached to it.

Before I could even understand what it was, Sumi firmly pushed the base of the cock up against my vagina, forcing me to moan, much to the marten's glee. He fastened the belts around my rear, holding the cock erect and sticking out from my loins.

"Go on, bear, don't be an ingrate! Return the favor!"

Lazrin crawled towards me and quickly took the metal cock in his mouth and sucked on it. The bear bobbed his head as he ran the cock along his tongue, grunting and huffing as he serviced me. The pad at the base of the cock chafed against my sex, giving me an aggravated sense of burning pleasure.

Sumi rubbed at his crotch within his trousers for a moment, eagerly reveling in watching his new submissives pleasure each other for his own amusement. But his amusement did not last long for he soon clapped his paws together.

"Enough!" Sumi exclaimed and Lazrin suddenly went stiff. The bear slid his mouth out from the cock, his tongue and teeth scraping against the metal shaft, until he was sitting upright, muzzle raised high.

Silently, Sumi made a flick of his fingers and Lazrin got down on all fours, eyes staring blankly towards the door in confusion.

I suddenly snapped down towards the floor, bowing deeply by Lazrin's side until I was almost flat on the ground.

"He'll make a fine steed," Sumi chuckled as he stepped atop my back, his claws digging into my skin painfully. With both feet pressed firmly on my back, Sumi looked down and asked. "What do you think?"

"Mmrrph," I gagged on the cock in my mouth, drool trailing from my lips.

"Ah, of course, you're preoccupied."

Sumi lifted his left leg, a relief for my back, and swung on top of Lazrin's back. At this point, I was allowed to stand and saw the marten clutching the back of Lazrin's collar and squeezing his legs on the bear's lower body as if he were riding a horse bareback.

"Yah! Yah!" Sumi kicked Lazrin in the sides with his heel.

Grunting, Lazrin began to pad slowly towards the open door while Sumi whooped and cheered like he was some knight on an adventure. I followed slowly behind, trying to avert my gaze from my friend's humiliation, but it was hard not to look.

Part of me wished I could have taken his place.

And as my thighs burned once more, I wasn't sure if that was out of honor or desire.

"Whoa," Sumi pulled up on Lazrin's scruff, bringing him to a halt. "I almost forgot."

I leaned forward, exposing my neck, and the Marten reached forward with a cord of rope tied to a metal fastener. With a click, the rope was attached to a loop around my collar and I quickly went down on all fours.

"That's more like it, good kitty!" Sumi tapped me on the rear lightly with his foot. My tail curled around his leg affectionately, prompting a good laugh from the marten despite it being just another one of his commands, before he kicked Lazrin again, pushing him onward.

As we entered the hallway once more, Sumi grabbed something from a shelf attached to the wall. Only when I heard its sharp crack against Lazrin's rump and his pained cry did I realize it was a riding crop.

Lazrin stopped to yowl with each strike of the crop, slowing the already lumbering ride down to a literal crawl. This delay did not deter Sumi, quite the contrary, he grinned maniacally and struck Lazrin even more as the bear objected.

I was stuck crawling low to the ground behind them, unable to intervene or even speak up thanks to the gag in my mouth. It was a struggle to prevent myself from choking on the metal phallus with every step along the way. It didn't help that when Sumi grew bored with Lazrin he would yank on my rope, sending me falling to my belly, for laughs.

Soon we came to a door and to my surprise, I was forced to my feet and Sumi let go of my leash. With a bow of my head, I pulled the doorknob and pulled the dark wooden door open, motioning for my master and his steed to enter.

"Good bitch," Sumi grinned as he slapped me on the rear with his crop before entering the new room.

Lazrin groaned fearfully just as I stepped forward through the door frame. The room was small, more than enough to make Lazrin feel claustrophobic, but one thing stood out among all of the furniture in the room: a tall, but very narrow, glass box in the exact center.

Once again, I hit the floor at Lazrin's side and Sumi planted both of his feet on my back while he dismounted from Lazrin's back. The wizard lingered, digging both sets of his footclaws into my back while he rubbed his chin.

"Yes...that's a good idea..." he muttered before leaping off and onto the hardwood floor.

There was a flash of sparks around the box and suddenly one of the panes of glass making up its wall slid open.

Lazrin stood up, his eyes wide with fear as he took one step towards the box.

"Ngggggh!" Lazrin cried, taking another step. "Mrrrrrg!"

I wanted to say it would be okay, but I couldn't even do that, not with the gag. Even then, I never truly understood just how fearful tight spaces made Lazrin and I doubt I could have soothed him.

The box would have been too narrow for me to be comfortable in, let alone the more bulky bear. He turned around and slowly backed in, his pelt squeezing up against the panes of glass until I thought they might have shattered.

Sumi snapped his fingers and the open glass door slid shut, sealing Lazrin within. The bear began to growl and shout, but it was muffled by the thick glass.

"Come on, don't be like that!" Sumi tapped on the glass with his claw. "You like it, don't you?"

Despite the tight quarters, Lazrin was able to slowly move his right paw down to his crotch and begin to rub at his sheath. His black cock peeked out of its furry prison and pressed up against the glass, unable to fully escape as the bear was forced to paw himself off.

"Now as for you..." Sumi spoke and I peered over at him. His face was buried inside a tall armoire with his tail flicking behind him slowly. "What am I in the mood for?"

Looking over his shoulder, the marten narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin.

"Yes, I think this will suit you fine..."

I raised my arms as Sumi spun around with a short pile of blue cloth atop his paws. He weaved around me and wrapped something around my breasts that he fastened against my back. Looking down, it appeared to be a very thin, translucent bra, that left nothing to the imagination.

While I was distracted with my upper body, I found myself lifting my feet one by one. When I looked down, I saw a matching loincloth pulled up along my legs, stopping just short of the base of my tail.

"Well, now, my concubine?" Sumi twirled over to the other side of the room and sat on a chair, crossing his leg over his knee. "Dance!"

I should mention now that I was quite the accomplished dancer. It was an essential skill for a profession such as mine which required control and dexterity, not to mention acrobatics when making a quick escape or dodging a trap.

Sumi's collar, or perhaps the marten himself, however the damned thing worked; did not have dancing experience.

The marten clapped his paws to a tune neither I nor the collar controlling me could recognize and I ended up stomping around the room with crude attempts at sensual eroticism that were as subtle as a hammer to the head. At one point I slowly bent over, rear pointed at Sumi, and stiffly lifted my tail; a movement that would have fit in no proper dance save for the cheapest of burlesques.

Not that I would have taken pleasure in dancing well for this wretched creature, but if he was going to force me to do something, he could have at least let me do it properly.

Prancing over to the seated marten, he uncrossed his legs and patted at his lap. I was helpless to stop myself from wiggling my butt in his face before sitting atop his lap.

There was no time to waste though, for I grabbed his shoulder and ground my butt up against the bulge of his cock.

Sumi smiled lecherously, pressing his nose up against my neck and sniffing. I purred, rubbing my face on his, mingling our scents together. Despite the coercion and the lowbrow nature of it, for a moment it felt almost sensual.

That feeling quickly faded.

"Enough!" Sumi snarled and shoved me to the ground. I landed on my rear, looking up as the marten towered before me, gripping the crop. "You call that a dance?"

Pain scratched across my breast, followed by a sharp crack. My cries were muffled by the gag.

"You need more training," Sumi growled, striking me across the pussy.

I rolled over in pain, desperately trying to plead through my gag, but Sumi was deaf to my protests.

Another strike cracked across my butt, followed by another.

"Bad slaves like you..."

CRACK.

"...need to be punished!"

CRACK.

I was completely still now. I wasn't even sure if the collar was paralyzing me or if I was numbed from the pain, but regardless I was frozen.

Panting, Sumi ceased his punishment and stomped over to the other side of the room. I didn't dare catch a glimpse of him.

Steel rattled and Sumi sighed.

"Really, I wanted to be much nicer to you, my kitty."

A metallic thud rang out across the floor, followed by the sounds of chains being dragged.

"But you left me no choice."

Sumi grabbed me by the collar and I saw his claws tear away the rope leash attached to the loop on it. I had no chance to celebrate the loss of my leash, for Sumi quickly replaced it with a thick length of chain that locked onto the collar with a click.

"You'll be staying here tonight," Sumi sang as he locked the other end of the chain against a steel rivet screwed into the floor.

The marten suddenly darted past my field of vision and before I knew it, my world went black. A leather hood bound itself against my eyes, blinding me as the marten fastened it against the back of my head.

"Don't worry, my kitty," Sumi whispered into my ear, which was softened by the hood covering it. Two sharp claws danced along the curve of my rear. "I'll return to you shortly once you're behaving better. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, master," I mumbled but the gag rendered it unintelligible. Still, I burned up just saying it, even if no one could hear it but me.

"Good kitty."

I felt Sumi press his nose up against the side of my hood before he stood up.

"In the meantime..."

Claws tapped along the floor, heading away from me. Glass slid across the wooden floor and I could hear Lazrin scream just before his cries were broken by the crack of the switch.

"Who's your master?" Sumi demanded.

"Mrrrgh," Lazrin grunted. "Rrrr-"

Lazrin was cut off by a lash and yowled in pain.

"We're going to keep this up until you call me, 'Master.'"

I was helpless, just a housecat chained up on the floor of her master's home, nothing more. Even if I told him Lazrin spoke a different tongue and assured Sumi that he was saying his equivalent of Master, he wouldn't believe me, I was just a cat.

There was no telling how long we would be stuck there, if we'd ever be allowed to go free. All I could do now was sit still and listen to my friend being tortured.

Lazrin's body thumped against the glass, I could hear it rattle. The switch continued to crack, each blow snapping lower and lower as I imagined Lazrin's pain forcing him down to the ground. Between each blow, I could hear his cries weaken down to nothing more than a soft whimper.

We were Sumi's toys now, his to play with and dispose of as he pleased.

A sad end for an adventurer.