Cecil and the Dark Wizard, Part 1
As time passed and Cecil made herself known, empty nights became a rarity at The Bull and Mare Inn. Cecil should have found herself busier than ever, but she considered her employment expectations fulfilled by bringing a steady stream of clientele through her exploits.
While the rather mundane locals brought in the majority of the steady income, Cecil relished the occasional guest she deemed worthy of sharing a night - in turn, each of those trysts brought even more guests, as word of Cecil's qualities spread. She was quite proud to defy the common expectations of a wench and become a central part of The Bull and Mare. She had perky yet modest tits, her skin was rich olive instead of milky white, freckles speckled her face, and she was rather short instead of tall and elegant - despite all this, many a traveler came just for her (and, if they were lucky, came in her).
One rare evening when the inn was entirely quiet, Cecil stared out the window. Fireflies flitted along the riverbank, but it was otherwise dark and boring. Just when she readied to go to bed, the door creaked open.
A tall man stood in the doorway, shrouded in a dark robe with purple inscriptions. He threw back his hood, revealing long, slender, pointed ears and tawny skin. The elf had low cheekbones by his race's standards, and a rounder face, but he was still handsome as most elves were. Cecil thought him rather young to be traveling along - certainly an adult, but young for a lone traveler.
"Welcome to The Bull and Mare," she said sweetly. "I'm Cecil, resident wench. How are you this evening, and what can I do for you?"
The elf inspected her with squinted eyes. "Food and drink." He spoke gruffly, attempting to cover a voice that was light yet warm.
"We have all three and in spades. What kind of drink, and is stew and bread fair for a meal?"
"I'll take your finest wine, and cheese with the bread and stew, if you have it."
Cecil smiled. "Oh my dear, of course we have cheese. Richard, the innkeeper, just finished a new cellar and it's well stocked with cheeses and wines. Any particular type of cheese you're craving?"
"Cheddar."
Cecil's head tilted at the rather mundane request, but she continued smiling. "I'm certain we have some. I'll be back in a flash... What was your name again?"
"I didn't say it."
"I know," Cecil said, rolling her eyes. "That was a polite way of me asking for your name so that I can address you properly. I didn't want to just call you 'my good elf,' or some other nonsense. It feels insulting to do that. You could also share a title or occupation if you'd prefer I call you one of those, works fine for me."
"You may call me Choskie."
Cecil blinked slowly. "...alright then, Choskie, I'll be back with your food in a moment."
What the hell was Richard thinking, Cecil thought as she entered the underground cellar. We're halfway to the next tax collection, don't have nearly enough saved, and he put so much money into building this. Not that the improvements are bad, but that man seriously lacks foresight and management skills. Gods, why am I so invested in this place?
Cecil turned her thoughts to Choskie as she rummaged through the cellar. What a strange elf. Acting mysterious instead of being mysterious, he's young and annoying but I'd be lying if I didn't think he's cute. Not sure that attitude is worth sharing a bed for, and as young as he is, probably not much of a lover... I have plenty of toys and haven't made use of them much recently, they should do fine for tonight.
Cecil returned to find Choskie already sitting at a table. She slid a bowl of stew in front of the elf, followed by a plate with bread, a hunk of cheddar, and a mug of ale. The stew sloshed onto the table, as did froth from the ale, and the bread just barely stayed on the plate
"Are you looking for a room?" Cecil asked. "It's a quiet night, I'm happy to give you a discount."
Choskie glared. "Aren't you going to wipe the table?"
Cecil waved him off. "Nah, you might spill while eating. Why should I clean it twice?"
"Clean it. Now!"
"Alright, alright, don't get your bustier in a bunch, I can clean it."
Cecil grabbed a cloth and made a show of wiping off the table, leaning far over and squeezing her tits together and waving her ass from side to side. When she finished, Choskie put his muddy boots up on the table.
"You missed a spot," he said.
"You know, you're right," Cecil said, throwing the cloth onto the table. "Your face, it is a rather large blemish, not sure I can get that cleaned up tonight. Yell when you're done and we can settle up the cost, and get a room if you want one."
Cecil walked away when Choskie called after. "I will be finished when I say I am!"
"...right, that's the normal way things work?"
Cecil headed to the bar when she began feeling woozy. Her head spinning, she grabbed a table to stabilize herself.
"Something wrong, my pet?" Choskie snickered.
"Don't call me that," Cecil snapped. "You haven't earned... you... you..."
The world faded around Cecil and she fell to the floor.
***
When Cecil woke, she was wobbling side to side. She opened her eyes to see a metal cage; she looked up to see the cage was on a cart, pulled by two stout horses. None other than Choskie was holding the reins.
"Awake, I see," he said.
"More living in a nightmare than awake, seeing as you're here. If I find out you've touched me..."
Choskie scoffed. "Of course I touched you. I had to pick you up to get you into the cage, but I promise you nothing untoward."
Cecil rolled her eyes. "Where the hell are we going?"
"I needed company, in my tower," Choskie said. "If you couldn't tell, I'm a dark wizard."
Cecil chuckled. "Yeah, boy like you couldn't pull a woman without magicking her asleep first. Dark wizard indeed, it explains your shitty eyeliner."
"I prefer to ride in the quiet!" Choskie said with a snap of his fingers. "Back to sleep!"
***
Cecil woke again to find herself in a new cage. It was too low for her to stand up comfortably, but was some ten feet wide and long. The ground was covered in layers of thick, plush furs and soft pillows of all sizes ran around the perimeter of the cage. Were it not for the cage, she would have considered it a luxurious and unique bed. Neatly folded in one corner was a skimpy outfit that Cecil couldn't quite tell exactly what it was meant to be. A collar and leash hung from a peg by the door to the cage.
Outside the cage were the stone walls of Choskie's fortress. It was a round tower, quite moody and fitting with bare walls. Cecil was grateful a few braziers were positioned near the cage and they crackled with fire, keeping her cozy inside. A short distance away was a study area, with shelves covered in books, potion ingredients, and strange implements. Choskie was busy at a table, with glass vials clinking as he poured strange liquids.
When Choskie muttered an incantation, a nearby book burst into flame. He grabbed a bucket and doused the book, cursing.
Cecil burst into laughter. "What an amazing wizard you are!"
"I see you're finally awake, my slave," Choskie said as he sauntered over.
