It's boring having been left behind, with nothing much to do until Simon's return. Boredom isn't something Raya is used to feeling in Zeff's keep. Whatever his flaws, he was endlessly resourceful at finding ways of keeping Raya occupied. Unpleasant, humiliating, sexually exhausting ways usually, but still - not boring.
Old habit has her taking an appraising look around the room. It's dusty. Dust accumulates quickly in a stone keep like this. Well, that's somebody else's problem now. Or nobody's problem. That's what her brain said, but still, it takes conscious effort to resist the urge to get a rag and start scrubbing. There's no Zeff around anymore to punish her for not maintaining his standards of cleanliness.
So Zeff is really gone. Oddly, she feels nothing. Neither sadness nor happiness. He got what was coming to him, she supposes. That's how the story always ends for the bad guys, it isn't exactly a surprise. Surely nobody signs up to warlock school, or however they get into the business, without knowing how it's going to inevitably end.
She'd been his captive for the last three months; his cook, his maid, his sexual plaything, and occasionally his labrat for magical experimentation. But despite that, she wasn't particularly glad he was dead. Just as the warlock's role is to be slain by the hero, the damsel's role is to be distressed. From that perspective she could hardly be upset at Zeff for capturing her. Though she did get the impression that her stay with Zeff had perhaps been a bit more...
intense
, than was strictly usual for these sorts of situations.
Raya's eyes settle on the dildo chair. How many evenings had she spent, bouncing up and down on that rod for Zeff's amusement. Sometimes forbidden to cum, sometimes made to orgasm over and over, sometimes bound, sometimes silenced. Until Zeff got tired of watching, and dragged her to bed, or ordered her into a new sexual perversion, or simply left her to her chores. Yes, intense was a good word for it all.
She's eyeing the dildo hungrily now, still horny from earlier in the evening. It was Zeff's final torment, in a way - and one he would have approved of. The white knight of her dreams finally arrives, and of course, it's to find her naked and frantic after hours and hours of sexual torment with no release - and then he acts like a gentleman and refuses to fuck her. Perhaps one last ride on the chair...?
No, Raya is going to behave herself. Maybe she'll read one of the books Simon left. They all seem like impossibly boring religious texts, which ought to be perfect for killing the mood. "Lumentis' Commentary on the Twin Lake Codex" is the first title. Oh good, Raya thinks sarcastically. I haven't read this one yet.
She does her best to focus on the pages, tedious as the writing is. If nothing else, Sir Simon will hopefully start thinking more highly of her if he sees her reading when he returns - so far she's given him no reason to think she's anything more than an air-headed sex-crazed bumpkin, and if they were indeed going to live happily ever after, there had to be more than just sex between them. Although... sex between them sure would be a nice start.
"Don't speak, don't make a sound."
The commands are hissed in a raspy voice, and so startle Raya that she immediately disobeys, yelling out in shock - only to have her shout choked out by a tightening collar, as the magical artifact around her neck reacts to her violation of the command.
Gliding smoothly into the room, Zeff looks angry and dangerous. His normally immaculate black robe is tattered and burned, and half of his thin black beard is simply missing. He looks pale and shaken, but his eyes are bright and alert, darting to and from about the room. And he is very much not dead.
Under a command of silence, Raya can't ask the obvious question. But Zeff anticipates it anyway, and answers. "Not quite as dead as you and your little hero thought I was, hmm?" he murmurs at her. "I wouldn't be much of a warlock if I didn't have at least a few tricks up my sleeve for cheating death," was the only explanation he seems inclined to give.
Zeff waves his wand about, casting something dark. The words make Raya's skin crawl, even though she doesn't know them, as he paces about the room, poking the wand here and there until he seems satisfied. "That should take care of the wards," he says. He picks up the holy symbol that Simon left on the table, gingerly, as if afraid it might burn him. "Not that those wards would have stopped much more than an angry rat. I'm afraid your hero didn't leave you with as much protection as he should have."
Raya, still lying on the floor clutching her throat, quails as Zeff turns towards her with an evil smile. "He overpowered me earlier, it's true. He took me by surprise, and I fear I misjudged him. But let us see how things turn out when it's me springing the trap on him." He thinks for a moment. "And I think I know exactly the right way to bait it."
His mind made up, Zeff starts moving rapidly and barking out orders. "Sit down over there - on the floor, back against the wall." His wand is in motion as he's commanding Raya, no doubt on some sort of awful trap for Simon. "Wait - take your outfit off. I want you naked for this. Leave the heels on." Zeff is tracing the outline of the two doorways into the room with his wand now. The way Zeff positioned Raya, she's opposite the main door, which Simon would be most likely to use. He'll be staring right at her as he entered.
"Spread your legs now - wider, wider." Raya has no option but to obey; she opens her legs, lewdly displaying her bare pussy. She doesn't like where this is going. "Now, start playing with yourself," Zeff orders. "That's how Simon is going to find you when he walks in - the perfect distraction. Here - use this."
Zeff throws something to Raya, and she blanches when she sees what it is - Simon's holy symbol. A statuette made of polished stone, depicting a hooded nun with reverently lowered head, and hands folded together at her chest, a supplicant in prayer. Eight inches of long, thin, polished stone - it was indeed extremely phallic. Raya had long ago noticed this was true of a surprising number of different holy symbols.
Hating herself for it, but with no choice, Raya takes the holy symbol and obeys Zeff's orders. It slides easily into her lubricated pussy. "Faster" Zeff demands, and Raya speeds up. "Make it look like you're enjoying it. Not that a slut like you needs to pretend. Get yourself to the edge, then keep yourself there. No orgasm. We'll save that for a celebration later, when the paladin is dead. And remember, not a sound until the trap is sprung."
