The Wizard Of Shark Island Pt 02

Narisha

The stone chamber was lit only by moonlight shining through a high barred window. Her arms and legs were free, but a sturdy iron collar had been riveted to her neck, attached to the wall by several feet of chain. Damn. Iron wouldn't break like rope. If she transformed, she'd strangle herself.

She was naked, of course. Everyone seemed to like her better that way, after all. As for Narisha herself, she was like her kin in that she enjoyed wearing garments that left her mostly naked, but enhanced her state subtly. Or not-so-subtly. There was one leather outfit on board Skate, for example, that...

No. This was not the time to contemplate exciting underwear. She was a prisoner, her lovers and crewmates had been attacked, murdered, imprisoned, enslaved, probably raped... Blessed ancestors, why did this always happen to Narisha and her companions? Perhaps Wulf's belief that he was cursed had proved correct.

In any event, she would need to escape, find her friends and help them back to Skate. The first order of business of course, was...

Something stirred and snuffled in the darkness. A human might have felt a clutch of fear at that, but Narisha's kind were made of sterner stuff. She merely felt curiosity.

She didn't have long to wonder. From the shadows emerged a towering shape, tottering along on two hooved feet. A moment later, it was followed by two others, resolving themselves from the darkness like manifesting spirits.

But, she reflected, these were not spirits. They were indeed flesh-and-blood. Their torsos were those of powerfully-muscled male humans, dark-fleshed and knotted with sinew. Their arms bulged with power, and below the waist they walked along on twin hooves. Each had the head of a fierce-looking black bull, with two sharp, sweeping horns. The first had a heavy brass ring set in its nose, the second had twin gold rings in its ears, and the third was unadorned, and looked like the youngest. Their breathing was heavy and loud as they stepped toward her, hooves thudding on the stone floor.

Narisha gazed up and down at each in turn. They were as naked as she was, and each sported an oversized prick, gnarled and as powerful-looking as the rest of the creature, hanging between his legs like a battering ram.

In spite of herself, Narisha smiled, flashing her fangs, and licked her lips. Behind her, the sinuous line of her tail began to lash.

The lead minotaur, the one with the ring in his nose, came closer, while the other two hung back. At the sight of her smile, the great swinging cock stirred, thickening and beginning to stand up.

"Oh my," Narisha breathed. "You are very big boys, aren't you?"

Well, perhaps rescuing Wulf, Liv and the crew could wait a while...

Sunita

The moheeba didn't call for reinforcements -- Sunita wasn't sure whether it could even communicate effectively when out of water -- but instead dashed at her, jaws gnashing. She ducked, but a claw grazed her shoulder, drawing blood. She rolled with the blow, falling to the ground, then bounced to her feet on the shark-man's flank, stabbing with her dagger. She caught it in the meaty portion of its arm -- it wasn't a crippling blow, but she could tell that the thing felt it.

The moheeba whirled, hissing and slashing, barreling down upon her once more -- it seemed that shark tactics on land were much like shark tactics at sea. It wasn't entirely stupid however, for it avoided her thrusts and clamped a heavy, clawed hand around her wrist, yanking her forward, trying to dislodge the weapon. Sunita tried to twist away, but its grip was solid, and she fell to her knees. An instant later, the crushing weight of the moheeba's body forced her to the ground, face grinding into sand.

This was bad -- she'd either be ripped apart or suffocated. There was a brief opening as the creature shifted its grip, and Sunita took it, whirling around under the thing's crushing bulk. Her dagger was trapped against her side, but her left hand was free, and she lashed out, striking at the shark-man's eye with her fingers. Even a creature with such poor sight would flinch at such an attack, and the shark-man's head involuntarily flicked to the side. The pressure on Sunita's right arm lessened and she hauled the dagger up, stabbing desperately, and finding a target. She pressed furiously, feeling the skin under the shark-man's jaw give way as the razor-sharp blade sliced upward, cutting through the bottom of its jaw and into the gnashing mouth itself.

The creature thrashed again and tried to disengage, but Sunita's hand was stuck, buried in the torn and bleeding flesh, and it hauled her up along with it. Sunita pushed off with a powerful kick of her legs, and now it was the moheeba that slipped and collapsed to the ground, Sunita atop it, the dagger still thrust halfway into the flesh beneath its jaw.

Sunita shouted with effort -- and wondered too late if the other moheeba would hear -- and stabbed the dagger deeper, throwing all of her weight behind it. The point jabbed into the roof of the monster's mouth, cleaving cartilage, cutting and slicing, then stopped, thrusting into dirt and sand. The dagger had gone clean through the shark-man's head.

It went mad then, hissing and convulsing. She couldn't hold on, but lost her grip on the handle as the shark-man staggered back, twitching and heaving, and finally fell back into the lagoon with a massive splash. There was blood in the water now -- the other moheeba would be feasting shortly, and -- she hoped -- forget all about her.

Now weaponless and soaked in brine and gore, Sunita dashed from the beach toward the place where she had seen the prisoners taken. One of the moons was at last peeking up over the cliff walls when she found the foot of the trail and ran up it, desperate to leave the bloody lagoon and its monstrous occupants behind.

Wulf

"Can you take the hinges off?" Philo asked.

I threw him a withering glance.

"Yes, I could, if they weren't on the other side of the door," I replied. "This rogue stuff can be very tricky sometimes."

He shrugged.

"Perhaps we could batter it down?" Trevin suggested. "It doesn't look all that thick."

"It's thick enough," I said. "If I had a battering ram or an axe I could probably get through it, but in their wisdom the shark-faces didn't leave us any tools or weapons."

"Only our own heads," Trevin agreed. "But those are the best tools we have."

I rolled my eyes. Where do they get this stuff, anyway?

But Udo had heard something he understood.

"My head?" he asked, then with sudden conviction. "Yeah! My head!"

With that the little drunkard lowered his head and raced toward the door.

"Udo, don't -- " I shouted, but too late. Dwarf head met iron-bound wood with a resounding "boom!" and Udo recoiled a couple of paces, landing in a grumbling heap on the floor. To my horror he got back on his feet and prepared to launch himself at the door again.

I was about to stop him when Brex put hand on my arm and pointed at the door.

"Look, Cap'n," he said with a tone of awe and amazement. I looked -- the damned thing had a huge dent in the middle where Udo's head had struck it, and had been shoved backwards a fingersbreadth. Bloody dwarvish skulls -- I'd always claimed that they were the hardest things in creation, and now here was proof.

Like a charging knight, Udo stormed the door once more, and this time the whole thing shook, mortar raining down from the ceiling, and the stones that surrounded the lintel shifted.

"That's my boy, Udo," I said. "One more for the home team."

Without hesitation, the dwarf threw himself at the door a third time, and with a crack a hinge gave way, and a couple of dislodged stones tumbled down. In an instant, the rest of us had piled onto the door and crashed through.

And there we stood in the dim hallway of the dungeon, free at last.

Udo staggered to his feet, weaving slightly.

"'At was great!" he declared.

"What do we do now?" Philo asked.

"I have no idea," I replied. "How about the rest of you?"

I got blank stares for my trouble.

Gods, it looked as I was in charge again.

Sunita

The tower grew larger and more menacing the closer she got. There were no more shark-men on the trail that wound up the cliff-face, which was for the best -- the dizzying heights were bad enough. Normally, Sunita wasn't especially afraid of heights -- she scampered about the rigging like a monkey -- but now she had climbed higher than she'd ever climbed before, and each glimpse at the moon-dappled water far below made her stomach protest and her mind scream at her to flee or hide.

Now the gates of the tower rose before her -- great panels of iron and hardwood with, Sunita noted with distress, no apparent means of opening. Perhaps they only opened from inside, or -- more likely -- they were magical. Either way there was no possibility of getting in unnoticed. At least not through the portals themselves.

Sunita's gaze climbed upward -- the tower was studded with windows and balconies. Any one of them would give her access, but the nearest one was another twenty paces overhead, with the stone expanse of the tower walls between her and it.

Oh well, she thought, nothing more for it. She's climbed stone walls before, but never anything even close to this huge -- here she was fighting terror at the thought of how high she was, and now she intended to climb higher.

All in a day's work I suppose, she thought, testing the stone wall beside the door. Fortunately it wasn't finished or polished, and was pitted by the elements -- there were hand- and foot-holds of a sort, and there was a balcony almost directly overhead.

Gods help me.

Sunita grasped the rough surface and fitted her toes into the gap between two stones, then slowly and carefully hoisted herself upward.

It was going to be a long night.

Livia

The goblins had cleared dinner away and carried off the tables and chairs. Sula Khan remained sitting in his oversized chair, but bade Livia to stand naked before him. She accepted the treatment without comment, standing with her hands folded, her head held upright by the black collar. The wizard seemed happy with her, and said nothing as the goblins carried in a new suite of furniture.

She didn't let her expression change as they brought it. No surprise -- a bed, couch, low table, and an x-shaped cross set with manacles. Beside it, a pair of silent goblins wheeled in a cart with a rack containing a dozen or so whips, rods and other items.

Of course, she thought. Of course he wants to tie me up.

The last of the goblins scuttled from the room, and Sula Khan made a brief gesture. The room, formerly lit a warm yellow, descended into red shadows. He looked at her mildly.

"It's time for your lesson," he said, his voice quiet and even. He gestured again and the collar tightened slightly.

"Not enough to harm you, my treasure," he continued. "Just enough to remind you who pulls the strings, and who is in charge."

Livia swallowed. The inkling of a plan was beginning to form in her mind.

"I understand," she said softly. "Would you like me on my feet or on my knees?"

Narisha

The boy (Narisha was already calling them that) seemed a bit surprised at her enthusiasm -- gods only knew, perhaps they'd had other female captives thrown to them as offerings and taken what they wanted. Frankly, it didn't really bear thinking about, since Narisha was mostly interested in gaining their confidence and showing them as good a time as possible.

Nose-ring was standing before her, the other two a few steps back, watching with dull bovine eyes as Narisha knelt at the far extent of her chain, holding his cock in both hands, feeling it grown harder and thicker with each stroke. It seemed to be about the length of her forearm, a massive mace of flesh, with a thick meaty shaft and a head like a fist.

"Goodness," she sighed, looking up at Nose-ring, who returned her gaze with a curious expression. "How am I ever going to fit this inside me?"

He grunted at that, and abruptly she pushed his shaft upward and began to run her tongue along its underside. It was surprisingly soft there, tough the underlying muscular hardness was obvious as she stroked its sides in rhythm with her tongue.

"Mmmm," she sighed. "I haven't had one this big in a very long time, my little minotaur. I can't wait to feel it in my mouth."

The minotaurs didn't seem especially verbal, but all three grunted in reply. Perhaps they could understand her but not speak themselves.

The other two looked interested and a quick glance revealed that their cocks, only slightly smaller than their fellow, were also creeping up their legs, growing rigid with growing excitement.

"Here goes," she said, half to herself and half to Nose-ring, kissing his cock's knobbed head, and pressing her lips around it. Her lips stretched, her jaw opened wide, and slowly but persistently, the great organ began to slide into her mouth. Narisha grunted along with the minotaurs, pressing her tongue against the hardness of the creature's prick, summoning all the spit she could to lubricate it as it pressed deeper and deeper.

Oh, I'm no weakling human or elf, she thought to herself, feeling the great cock press against the back of her throat. I have prodigious capacities that you three can't even imagine. Of course, you can't imagine much of anything, can you?

Now the minotaur's cock was sliding past her tonsils and down her throat. It was a sensation she hadn't experienced in ages, and she suppressed the urge to gag. She was going to take it all, no question -- it was almost a personal quest now, to show herself that her skills hadn't lessened over the past months and years of living among the humans.

Not yet. She had to slide the massive organ out, take a quick breath and slide it in again. It was sopping now, with the heavy spittle from the back of her throat. A thick rope of the stuff dripped down from her lips now, and she felt it dribble across her breasts, sliding off one nipple.

Once more... deeper now. Deeper. Deeper still. The smooth, slick inhuman cock filled her now, deeply thrust into her mouth and throat. Now her face pressed against the minotaur's abdomen and Narisha realized that she had swallowed the entire thing.

Yes. I did it. Her thoughts were exultant. Vaguely, somewhere in the back of her mind, concern for Liv, Wulf and the others persisted, but she was a demon. She lived for the moment. Saving her friends would come later. For now, she sucked again, sliding the knobbed shaft down her throat, sliding it out with another explosion of spittle, then sliding it back down yet again.

Yes, my little one, she thought, the irony of the term lost for the moment. Give cock to your demoness.

Wulf

Now we were free of our luxurious accommodations, there remained a number of other issues -- such as finding the rest of the crew. Though Brex suggested splitting up to cover more ground, I knew what foolishness that was -- dividing your party is a sure way to get slaughtered individually. If I'm to get gutted, I'd rather do it in the company of my fellow adventurers, since they might actually be able to help prevent me from being gutted in the first place.

With that in mind, we began to creep around the place, exploring the winding hallways and peeking into other cells. After a good amount of time, we were no closer to finding our comrades -- gods only knew, there might be other levels to the dungeon, either above or below, and who knew where they were to be found?

I also knew that finding the crew was only the beginning -- had we been craven, self-serving cowards, we'd have made for an exit and tried to steal back the ship for an escape once the crew was back together. But we had our other two beloved owners to think about too -- everyone knew that our ultimate goal was rescuing Liv and Narisha, and everyone (except perhaps Udo who was the intellectual equivalent of a leaky ale mug) knew that that meant facing the wizard.

And, I suppose, probably dying for our trouble. But that's the kind of folks we were. Brave but stupid.

At length, I spotted something and waved the others to be quiet.

"Good news and bad news," I said softly. "Good news is that there's a stairway going up."

"Bad news?" Philo asked as if dreading the answer.

"There appears to be a minotaur guarding it."

"What are we going to do?" Philo demanded. "As you have so ably pointed out, Captain, we have no weapons."

"Perhaps Udo could charge it and knock it out," Trevin suggested.

"Right!" Udo declared, and began to race down the corridor.

"No!" I shouted, and of course that was the wrong thing to do, for from around the corner came a cow-like "huh?" sound and moments later the towering, muscled form of the minotaur, armed with a huge axe and naked but for a loincloth, came barreling down at us.

We were about to scatter in panic when Udo struck. The minotaur wasn't expecting anything so small, and when the ferocious dwarf slammed into his legs, the monster uttered a surprised "oof" and abruptly fell backwards. The axe went flying, spinning end over end, clanging against a wall, and the massive horned bull's head crashed noisily onto the stone floor.

I gaped -- the thing was out cold, and Udo was standing with one foot on its chest, looking triumphant.

"Wish my damn cousins could see me now," he grunted.

"Come on!" I urged. "Up the stairs before it comes to."

The others weren't about to sit around and argue, and piled along behind me. The axe lay in the corridor -- it was too big for any of us to use, so I left it, instead sprinting around the corner, and racing toward the stairs.

Yes! I leaped, skipping the first couple of steps and coming down solidly on the stairs beyond...

And a cunning wood-and-fabric step collapsed beneath my weight, sending me plummeting into darkness.

Damned wizards -- I'd fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the book -- a disguised pit trap. Behind me I heard shouts of dismay from the others. Fortunately they'd managed to avoid the trap, but now they'd be on their own. Gods, I pitied them.

Down into darkness I fell.

***

I'm not sure whether I was knocked out by the sudden end of my descent or whether I'd simply blocked it out of my mind. All I knew was that I was horribly uncomfortable and was lying at a very odd angle. It was as dark as the inside of a Kyborist witch-hunter's soul, and I found myself almost instinctively mumbling a minor illumination spell. A small spark of magelight sprang into existence over my head, and I gazed upon my resting place.

A half-dozen shafts converged on the chamber, all probably originating at trap-doors and similar cunning locations. Apparently I wasn't the first to fall for the wizard's traps -- cold comfort that -- as the room was strewn with the bones and remaining possessions of assorted previous occupants. A rusty longsword caught my eye, gripped in a skeletal hand, and I pulled it free with a brief muttered thanks to whoever the owner had been.

The shafts were at least fifteen paces over my head, and the walls were smooth, carved from bedrock. I suspected that the chamber's previous occupants had all perished in darkness, unable to see the shafts overhead, however, and I had the minor advantage of light. I stepped gingerly through the field of bones -- humans, dwarves and even an orc or two -- this wizard had quite a list of enemies, I suspected. Better still, I found a warhammer near the dwarf's bones and once more thanked providence and the unfortunate victim for the weapon.