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Sexual Material, story meant for people over 18.
Hey Kids, go away! Oh, did you think I meant it
in a mocking manner and was talking to you? Well if
you're under 18 then you are absolutley right. Go away.
Conventions of Magic
pt 1 of 3
by Alexi92
It was the low point of the convention. It was the low point
every year. But they just couldn't have a convention without speeches.
Well they could, but then, as Zola had once pointed out, they'd just be
a club. And once in a while someone actually came up with something
that was informative. This wasn't one of those years.
Fortunatley the speakers always kept it brief. The five would
talk about new advances in techno-magic or the current state of affairs
in the demon world. It wasn't after the speeches that the real
information was spread.
So after the ambasador from the demon plane finished his
speech, followed by a polite applause, the crowd began to mingle.
At table 23 Velios, the wizard for the Thicean kingdom, told
Malestro, the Necromancer of the Skull dungeons, about the true fate of
the Thicean queen. The Necromancer found the story incredibly humorous,
especially the parts about rape.
At table 86 sorcerers exchanged tips about how to keep
adventurers away from their pet dragons.
At table 49 a group of assistants complained to each other
about how much shit their mentors put them through.
At table 6 Zola, a wizard with a long grey beard, was gossiping
with Bollasa, a witch with bobbed, blonde hair and a buiness suit that
made her look more like a buisness executive than a powerful magic
weilder.
"So who else is dead?"
Bollasa considerd the question, going through her mental index
of magicers who had died in the past year. "Toma commited suicide in
October."
"How'd he do it?"
"Nuked himself. I understand he took most of the forrest with
him. The locals are calling it the bad lands of death, because anyone
who goes there dies a slow death."
"Residual radiation?"
"You know it."
"Shit, that guy never knew how to proportion that stuff. What
about Eric, I haven't seen him around."
"You didn't hear?"
Zola frowned. "No, what?"
"Eric's stuck in a time loop. Some woman knight in training was
assigned to take him down and free some townspeople from his reign of
terror. She caught him in the middle of a temporal spell, he turned and
stopped her. Ended up raping her when, boom, the spell goes off and
he's stuck in the middle of a time loop. From what I hear he's been
continualy raping the girl since then."
"Poor kid."
Bollasa's eyes widend. "What?"
"Poor kid. No one should have to go through that forever."
"Zola, you're scaring me. Since when did you show pity?"
"It just kind of happened one day," Zola sighed. "I woke up and
began to make happy endings."
"Welcome to the club," Bollasa said with a devlish smile.
"Thanks," Zola muttered bitterly.
Bollasa took a sip of her drink, some fruity thing with an
umbrella in it. "So where's Mala?"
"I gave her a to a baker and his wife. She's their sex slave,
last I heard."
Bollasa choked on her drink. "That's your idea of a happy
ending?"
"Happy for the baker and his wife. Mala deserves everything she
gets, which I understand if a few times a day."
"Still Zola," Bollasa sighed. "Good or evil."
"What about you?" Zola protested. "Still have your husband
under that curse."
"Only until he learns his lesson. Besides, he was never my
assistant, only my lackey."
"So who do you send out to do your bidding now?"
"I freelance. Which reminds me, have you seen Marlos around?"
"No. Why?"
"I promised the guy I hire I'd knee Marlos in the balls."
At table 135 a young wizard and a powerful sorceress were
having a drinking contest.
***
Meanwhile, in a small room adjacent to the annual magic
convention, another convention was taking place. It consisted of
cronies, lackies, and servants. Assistants were one thing, they could
use magic, but these guys were muscle, resources to accomplish tasks
beneath the power of a great mafic user.
The room wasn't very full, in fact it consisted of less than a
hundred people, those whose masters couldn't do without or were afraid
to leave alone. Only four were women. They sat issolated at a table
while the men got drunk.
Clara couldn't help but think that since she had agreed to
become Marlos' servant her life had become a lot more interesting.
Which was impressive since until she met Marlos she had been cursed to
live as a wolf except for when she was fucking. Looking at her it would
have seemed strange that no one would want to fuck her, she was a
beautiful blonde woman comparable to story book princess, but to get
that way someone had to fuck her wolf form. She had found a man willing
to do that and she had loved him. But then Marlos offered her a cure
and she became his servant, leaving her lover behind.
Nowadays she met a variety of interesting people, when she
wasn't sucking or fucking Marlos or one of his guests. And this group
was no different. Ann was a life-sized, magicly animated, rag doll
without the ability to speak. Lyscha was a mix between an android and
golem, although she looked like a thirteen year-old teenager with huge
tits. And Shar. Shar was good looking, in a "glance at me and I'll cut
off your face" kind of way. Except for her head, Shar's entire body was
encased in tight leather: leather pants, leather shirt, leather vest,
leather gloves, leather boots. It was on so tight Clara wasn't sure how
Shar could move, but Shar could move, quickly and gracefuly. One of the
drunk male servants, a thief from the looks of him, tried to grab
Shar's ass earlier and Shar had punched him so far that he actually
seemed to be flying for a while. Since then the men had left the four
women alone.
Now the four were immersed in a conversation about their
duties. Well almost, Ann, who of course couldn't talk, only nodded or
shook her head and Shar just seemed to be listening because ther was
nothing else to do.
"Sometimes he makes me lay my head in his lap while he watches
television," Lyscha said in a cute little girl voice that really made
Clara wonder about the android's master. "That wouldn't be so bad but
of course I end up sucking his cock."
Ann and Clara nodded. They had both been there before.
Neither's master had a television, Clara was too far in the hills to
get reception and Ann was in an area that hadn't reached the level of
technology to produce television, but the cock sucking was the same.
"So why don't you just leave?" Shar asked half-heartedly.
Lyscha looked at her in shock. "I can't, he's my master."
Ann nodded furiously in agreement. Clara understood their
situations, they had been magicly created to serve their masters, it
was what they existed for. Clara wondered under what circumstance she
would leave her own mast... Marlos. They had a deal, she served him, he
would make her cure permanent when it was possible. Technicly, if she
didn't mind living the rest of her life as wolf unless someone shoved a
cock in her, she was free to leave at any time. But for her nothing was
more important than being human. Nothing.
The thought shook her, so to forget it she asked Shar "What
about you?"
"First off, I've got a mistress, not a master. I don't want to
leave, she tells me what to do, I do it. I get to kill things. I'm also
on contract."
Lyscha let out a whistle.
"Right, so I'm obligated to do what she says for the next four
years, at least. But she doesn't make me do any of that sick shit you
guys have to do, she doesn't swing that way."
Ann began tapping the table with her fist. There seemed to be
some sort of pattern to it, but Clara couldn't figure it out. But
Lyscha could.
"Ann wants to know if your mistress ever gives you to her
guests as a gift," the android said.
"No," said Shar. "My ability to succesfully do her bidding
depends on my mental state, and I can't be expected to kill things
indiscrimanantly if I've undergone something traumatic."
Lyscha whistled again. "Lucky bitch."
Shar smiled for the first time that night.
***
Table 135, round 180. The anti-inebriation spells had disipated
around round thirty. Tellix, young wizard and only inhabitant of the
dark mountains, looked over the top of his shot glass at Natalia, the
sorceress feared throughout the country of Henris. She looked pretty
out of it, although he probably didn't look to good himself.
He let the sour taste fall down and burn his throat. When he
opened his eyes Natalia had feinted. Tellix smiled and joined her.
***
The next morning things were sorted out. Tellix remembered
making the original wager for 5 gold pieces. Natalia had goaded him
into it, teasing his youth and inexpierience.
But as it turned out as they got drunker and drunker they began
to up the ante. At first they added magical items, and then moved to
rare magical artifacts. From there it went to libraries, to their
houses, to their firstborn. Before they had passed out they had changed
the final wager to a lifetime of slavery to the other, starting that
morning.
When Zola showed them the contract they had signed Natalia had
almost killed herself. But when she had finished reading the contract
in full she had calmed down.
Yes, she owed Tellix a lifetime of slavery, but it was never
specified what lifetime, and who the slave would be.
***
When Shar woke up she had to remind herself who she was. It was
a daily ritual and for some reason it helped clear the cobwebs in her
mind in a matter of moments. She was Shar, chief mercenary for Natalia
of Henris. She had four more years of a ten year contract to complete
before she became a freelancer again. She was at a magic users
convention in the servants room. The android/golem Lyscha had stood
guard over both Shar and Clara as they slept to prevent their rape at
the hands of the drunken men in the room. Today she would travel back
to Henris with her mistress.
In seconds Shar was completley up, ready to hurt anyone that
got in her way or to obey her mistress' orders.
A floating apparition of Natalia's head appeared in front of
Shar's eyes.
"Shar, you are to spend the lifetime of a Bolarian Dragon,
roughly over a year, with the wizard Tellix, during which time you are
to be his slave, obeying his every command."
"But..." Shar protested.
Natalia interupted. "According to the contract you signed you
must obey my every order. EVERY order. And now I order you to obey all
of Tellix's orders."
The floating head disapeared.
"Wow, rough," said Lyscha.
"Can't yo just refuse?" asked Clara.
"No," Shar said weakly. "I signed a magical contract so now I'm
magicly compelled to follow her every order or at least die in the
attempt to."
Ann rapped her nuckles against the table again in her rythmic
form of communication.
Shar and Clara turned to Lyscha for a translation.
"Ann says, 'Looks like you'll be sucking cock after all.'"
TO BE CONTINUED
Authors Notes:
I'll post the three parts of this story as I write them. When I've
finished I'll repost the story as one long, proofread post. Also, I'll
finish this one before the I finish the IYA story.
Anyways, feedback is appreciated. Send comments to...
alexi92@hotmail.com
Most of my stories are archived at
http://members.theglobe.com/alexi92
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