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Curse of the Amber Eye
Part 4
Silent as a ghost, the deathly pale Vulkos shadowed the party of Ashir's
warriors from the rooftops, leaping with preternatural agility amongst
the minarets, flues and terraces that comprised the ancient cities
ragged skyline. From overheard snippets of conversation the killer
understood that the slim slave girl leading them knew the whereabouts of
the barbarian and the escaped pleasure slave that were his prey.
How such an overindulged creature was in possession of this information
was beyond the murderer. Judging by appearances the voluptuous little
slaveling had never ventured forth from the Praetors harem. A bejeweled
tiara gleamed in her thick mass of honey-blonde hair, her heavy lidded
lashes were expertly kohled with shaven obsidian, her aquiline
cheekbones were powdered subtly with ground ruby rouge, her thick lush
lips were anointed with exotic oils, amber-encrusted anklets and
wristlets of finest platinum encircled her gleaming white limbs, a
generous necklace of carven ivory and electrum spilled over the swell of
her abundant breasts, an entwined chain of filigree silver and gold
tinkled gently as it swayed about her broad hips, heavy jade rings
glimmered on her daintily manicured fingers - these were her only
garments. On soft naked feet she gingerly prowled the alleys, like some
pampered little pet leading a pack of seasoned hunting hounds.
But the comely silk girl knew the back alleys and side streets as well
as the wiliest stray dog, unerringly guiding the guards towards their
goal. Curiously her name was Rigo, generally a man's name, but the
allure of her generous curves said that she was anything but. This girl
was teasingly enigmatic, a puzzle that under other circumstances would
have been a most amusing diversion for the assassin. But tonight was for
business.
Sure in the knowledge that the cosseted silk girl was necessary for his
needs he sped ahead to an opportune point of their path, a crossing of
alleys. His sickly pink eyes gleamed amongst smoking chimney stacks and
arabesque eaves, searching for an appropriate tethering point to swing
from. Spying a hideous gargoyle warding the high parapet of the
intersection he unwound a thin metal cord and expertly threw the spider
wire grapnel. The grapnel wrapped securely about the base of a statue
and he tugged upon the line, gauging that the hold was snug and that the
gargoyle was satisfactory to hold his weight.
* * *
Rigo ran her tongue around her mouth. Something she had consumed wrong
and there was a lingering after taste in her mouth that boded ill.
Perhaps she should not have drunk of the Praetor's wine and eaten of his
foods, but she had never in her life seen such bountiful and exotic
produce... and his voice had been so compelling when he bid her to
partake of his table.
Most worrying, her thoughts were in turmoil. It distressed her that she
could not help but admire the raw masculine allure of the guards. She
was acutely aware of her longing glances and the alien desires welling
within her breast.
The guards filed through the alley junction ahead of her. As the slinky
slave girl stepped into the intersection Vulkos whistled, attracting her
attention. Rigo stopped with a soft bounce of breasts and held up her
hand, searching for the source of the noise. What she saw was a blur of
white as Vulkos swooped down from the rooftops on his wire, snatched her
up in his arms and bore her away in a great upward swing. The pair
alighted high on a narrow balcony as the guards cried out in alarm.
Rigo whimpered in his arms. She had never felt more naked and
vulnerable, the strangers hard muscular frame pressed against her slim
yielding flesh in a most unaccustomed manner. "Unhand me!" Rigo begged
as she struggled helpless in his grasp.
To Vulkos the girl's fragrance was dizzying, yet the killer could not
afford to linger. With a flick of his wrist Vulkos freed his spider wire
grapnel, pulled it in quickly and threw it high to the alley parapet.
Then with his comely prisoner thrown over his shoulder he scaled the
cord. Further screams of feminine protest sounded in his ears. Once upon
the rooftops he trussed his captive with his cord and stuffed a rag in
her mouth to gag her plaintive cries. Again he hoisted her over his
shoulder, patting her pert behind appreciatively as he did so. This
elicited further struggles. Then he was off quickly.
It took him little time to shake of the blundering pursuit of the guards
and by then the girl had ceased to struggle and seemed content to be
carried, her body seeming almost relaxed in his firm hold.
Coming to a rooftop terrace, Vulkos dropped the woman upon her bare
bottom. She looked up at him with wide eyes, for she had found the
bodily contact with the wiry man to be confusing. In truth her emotions
were in conflict raging between anger, fear and something alien but most
enticing. Something which she did not wish to acknowledge as lust, the
result of a small dose of the Praetor's potion.
"Take me to Amra!" he ordered, his voice chilling, a small silver shiv
appearing in his hands. Rigo stared in surprise. The fervid warmth of
her captor's body was at odds with the cold white marble sheen of his
skin, the iciness of his voice and the naked cruelty of his blade. "Take
me to the barbarian!" he ordered, reaching towards her chest to idly
fondle the ivory treasures that dangled so enticingly before him before
casually cutting them from her body.
Rigo breathed in nervously and nodded, unwilling to disobey, her angry
defiance no gone, her emotions torn equally between desire and fear. The
pair were off over the decaying rooftops. Soon she had lead Vulkos to
the place where the fugitives had been hiding. From across the alley
hidden in the shadows Vulkos eyed the dark haired slave girl he was to
kill. "Amra is not there..." he noted as he slowly stripped Rigo of the
bountiful treasures that decorated her splendid body.
"You seek to do them harm?" Rigo asked hopefully as he laid her flesh
bare and pocketed the wealth that scantily adorned her. Her anger blazed
anew but with a different target. She blamed Amra and this girl for her
current predicament and wanted to have her revenge upon them in full.
Vulkos regarded Rigo for a moment, sensing the passionate anger directed
at his quary which simmered within the girl. Likely he would have to
eliminate Rigo, after all he could leave no witnesses, but he decided it
would be amusing to let the girl act on her desires. "I am to eliminate
them both. You would like to assist me? Become my partner?"
Rigo nodded eagerly in response, pressing towards him with her body.
Vulkos grinned icily as he handed her a knife he had been threatening
her with moments before. She was truly a work of art after his own
heart. Perhaps he would keep this little nonpareil for himself. "Enjoy
yourself my sweet." So saying, Vulkos retired to the shadows to watch
the drama unfold.
* * *
Kira suddenly felt uneasy. The prickling hairs on her back warned her
that some one or something was watching her. Relying upon the blind
instincts that had served her as a man, Kira sprang to the side and drew
a knife. To confirm her suspicions, a dagger suddenly gleamed in the
darkness. The message was clear. Someone wanted to kill her.
With a torrid oath Kira danced back, a slight form landing before her
and the naked steel flashing before her eyes. Kira cut up, but the
shadow was leaping and twisting away into the shadows. She looked down
at her naked chest. There was a shallow cut upon her ample breast.
"For my manhood you little slut!" a voice hissed with vindictive
gratification.
"Manhood?" Kira's eyes searched the gathering darkness.
"Bitch!" Rigo ground between her teeth. Kira thought she glimpsed black
eyes glinting back at her in the half light. She turned slightly,
leaving herself open and inviting attack, her dagger purposely aimed in
the wrong direction to meet the next assault.
Without warning the attackers blurred form launched upon Kira in a
savage rush. Kira twisted away from a blow aimed to transfix her heart
and, as a flashing shiv lanced harmlessly past her left shoulder, her
right arm came up and across. The pommel of her dagger connected solidly
with her assailant's jaw. With eyes rolled back Kira's aggressor
toppled. Kira caught the slight form in a close embrace and was
unprepared for the softness of yielding breasts against hers chest as
she lowered the pliant form to the ground.
"Who in the blazes are you?" Kira asked as she regarded the tangle of
curvy limbs at her feet. She crouched down to take away the shiv and
noticed the regular rise and fall of her assailant's ample breast.
Pulling back her mane of wild hair made Kira intake a gasp of surprise.
The girl was spectacularly naked. The disarmingly attractive face of her
assailant possessed pouting lips and delicate cheekbones and was set in
an expression of restful repose. "More importantly, who were you?" she
wondered, recalling the girls words.
Kira did not hear Vulkos approach and was caught unawares when his
merciless hands closed about her throat.
* * *
Like a lazy jungle cat Ashir Diir stood and stretched his densely corded
arms, enormous in the dusky boudoir. He turned and traced a large hand
appreciatively over the alluring contours of his lover's silken flank.
The sorcerer very much enjoyed taking his latest conquest in her former
body, for it was both powerful and virile. Yes, his current form was an
excellent match for the voluptuous vixen that dozed in sated rapture
beside him in heavy chains. He chuckled deeply. Whilst the ex-barbarian
had fought against her new role at first, she had finally succumbed to
him, abjectly supplicating her body to his and fully embracing her new
female desires. Making a mighty warrior into a lowly sex slave was far
more enjoyable than the act of stripping him of his manhood.
Amra moaned, her hand exploring the luxurious mane of her mussed hair,
her fingers clasping about a concealed pin. She smiled up at her captor,
batting her eyelids with feigned innocence. As she looked upon him she
realized her first experience as a woman had been more than pleasurable.
Even now as she contemplated her attack she felt a strong physical
attraction to this man, an overwhelming attraction which made her heart
quicken within her breast and her loins moist with an ardent yearning.
She had not intended to be in this situation but was prepared for the
eventuality. Still being prepared and acting were two different things,
especially in this body which reduced her to little more than a sex
object. For at this moment she wished for nothing more than to yield
again to her desire for him, but she fought against these foreign
emotions with every shred of her will.
She was Amra, she told herself, she was no mans sex toy! Her anger gave
her strength and conviction. Like a striking cobra she stabbed Ashir's
thigh with all her might. The needles poison was swift and painless. The
Praetor swore, blinking in incredulous surprise as his body was wracked
by a convulsive shudder and became rigid. His fierce eyes raged as he
tumbled limply to the piled cushions.
The girls superbly poised face was transformed by a mischievous grin,
utterly feminine in its wily aspect. She began working the needle into
the manacles lock. There was a satisfying click. Free of her shackles
she climbed from covers tangled by frenzied lovemaking.
She stared into her captor's worried eyes, the only part of his body
which he could control. "You can hear me, can't you love? You see I
concealed a small needle dipped in a paralyzing toxin for just this
eventuality," her voice was like honeyed venom, "I'd have used it
sooner, but I had neither the chance... nor the inclination."
Her hand played down between the firm mounds of her breasts teasingly
tracing towards the tufts of her sex. He blinked as she tantalized
herself with her nimble fingers. "I have a surprise in store for you...
but I have to attend to my needs first," wicked glee bubbled at the back
of her throat, but for the moment she did little more than wallow in the
bliss of her body. Her eyes closed, head rocking back, sweat beading
upon her firm naked skin, she rocked back and forth as her fingers
played with the slick sensitive flesh of her female lips. Soon an
ecstatic moan escaped her full lipped mouth followed by a long contented
sigh.
Sated the slim girl shook off the enchantment of her sexual desires and
rose to her feet. She pushed and pulled Ashir's immense body from the
bed, her own limber frame straining at the task. Her nimble fingers
searched the wall till they sensed a hairline crack. Pressing hastily
upon the hidden plate a small secret door was revealed. With much effort
Ashir's solid body was dragged into the secret chamber beyond.
This was the chamber Kilis had described. Candles blazed magically to
life, luridly limning small phials and potions that lined the chambers
walls. The Praetors eyes widened in fear at the sight of them, yet the
poison stayed his iron muscles. Amra chained him with the manacles that
had imprisoned her, laughing wickedly as the locks sealed. Ashir could
remain hidden herein forever, for no sound could penetrate the thick
walls and no free person knew of this dark little hidey hole.
The hard work done Amra leisurely took a vessel of wine from the
chambers table and filled a crystal snifter. She supped upon the heady
drink as she regarded her captor with avid interest. A vague and ominous
pathos gripped her mind. Even in the dim light of the dungeon, with his
limbs laden with chains, his masculine power drew her. His mighty body
and thick-muscled limbs combined the strength and agility her body
yearned for. Despite her rational desire to destroy this man, his body
beckoned hers in a primal way, and Amra had always been a primal
creature.
Under the tangled blonde mane her blue eyes blazed with unquenchable
desire. With the assurance of familiarity she ran a hand down his
muscled stomach in a manner not dissimilar from how he had recently been
caressing her. Her face was dark with passion. She stroked him and felt
him stir. She had intended to make this quick, and yet her
uncontrollable passions compelled her to stray from her course of action
again. She hated herself for a moment.
"One last time, Master?" she asked with mocking innuendo. With abandon
she climbed atop him and slowly lowered her loins to his. She shuddered
when he was at last buried to the hilt. With her lithe legs straddling
his muscled waist and her hands gripping his chorded shoulders, she
started to rock. She half closed her eyes as see sawed gently,
mesmerized by the rhythmic sensations of their lovemaking. Repressed
groans and sighs escaped from her lips. Cupping her large breasts with
hand and arm, her delicate fingers gently caressed her sensitive nipple.
A fine bead of glistening perspiration limned her body. She broke from
her revererie with a quivering of her body and a spasm of her muscles,
her eyes opening and staring deep into his. She collapsed on his
powerful chest with a contented breathe.
Her finger playfully traced upon the skin of his paralyzed torso. "You
know, I'm angry at you for what you took from me. But I'm also enjoying
what you have given me... you can't imagine how addictively wonderful
this flesh is." She wriggled her hips and he limply slid from her. "And
your body... My body. When you're inside me I feel complete. I could lay
in those arms forever. I know that. I can feel my resolve wavering. Like
now; you see I never intended to sleep with you again. But..." she
trailed off. Her hand wandered down but he didn't stir again. "A pity.
You're all worn out. Not me though. No, not me." Her voice had a
grinding anger to it at the last.
She climbed from him and pulled the Eye of Dagon from its place amongst
the phials, careful not to look into its depths. She considered the cold
repulsive orb for a moment. Every instinct told her to destroy it and
rid the world of its malevolent magic. But first she had to discover
whether she could wield its power to return her body and Killis'. And
she had the perfect subject upon which to test it.
"Ashir, I have some questions for you. Blink once for yes, twice for no.
Would you like to be my twin? A painted and bejeweled plaything?"
He blinked twice.
"So be it... but it only gets worse from here." A furrow wrinkled her
pretty brow. "How about a well endowed wet nurse. Say rather short, dark
hair, a properly curvaceous female form with ample breasts for milk.
What do you think? I'll have you sold off at your auction to some nobles
nursery, where you'll look after little babies. The only problem is that
you'll start wanting to bear your own before too long. But you won't
mind that once you're changed and I've given you some of your own
medicine. Would you like that?"
Again he blinked twice.
"Well, I'll just have to be inventive then," she held the Eye in front
of him. "Look into the eye," once Ashir was mesmerized Amra willed his
change. Using the eye was difficult, its mercurial magic requiring every
ounce of mental acumen which Amra possessed. Amra sorted through a
timeless array of forms, branching back and forth across immeasurable
gulfs of time and space. Again she sensed the ominous presence of the
nameless horror, caged by the orb yet looming fearfully on the edges of
her consciousness.
Amra was momentarily tempted to give Ashir a different male body that
would continue to satisfy her desires. A twinge of desire in her loins
almost seduced her, but instead she pictured a diminutive Tartarean girl
from some distant time. The mighty thewed frame shrunk in height and
bulk, rapidly becoming lithe, dark and very feminine.
The nameless thing from beyond suddenly assailed Amra with its icy will
and the mental image in Amra's mind wavered for a moment to that of a
much larger woman from an alternative continuum. With a spasm Ashir's
breasts and buttocks ballooned to much greater proportions. An alien
mirth filled Amra's mind to overflowing. Gritting her teeth Amra closed
her fingers about the orb, breaking the connection to the thing and to
Ashir.
Ashir regained bodily control to find herself shackled to the wall. The
chains were considerably looser, so loose she could slip her hands and
limbs free. But despite the lack of restraints the Preator was clearly a
prisoner of female flesh. As intended the tousle-headed girls frame was
tiny, but due to the assault of the alien creature was exceptionally
well endowed, possessing the curves and bust of a much larger woman. The
effect was somewhat perverse, but quite appealing due to its exoticness.
Her skin was jet hued, belonging to the Tartarean slave caste which
served the Stygians.
"Let us see how you enjoy a life of abased submission as some mans silk
girl," Amra said with a mocking voice. Holding the much smaller girl
down Amra selected a potion and forced it upon the unwilling Praetor's
lips. Once the potion was consumed Amra waited until it took effect. The
girl fought at first, but gradually the nature of her struggles changed
from one seeking freedom to one desperately seeking comfort in another.
"Tell me, what is the effect of taking a double dose of the elixir,"
Amra asked as she held down the amorously inclined wenchling, warming to
the game of master and slave with their roles now reversed. Clearly the
Praetors keen intellect was utterly trapped by her new needs as surely
as Amra had been. It was a most delicious revenge turning her foe into a
pleasure slave.
The lowly black slave girl who until recently had been the most powerful
man in the city shook her head, her full jet breasts swaying and bobbing
as she did so. "Don't. It would be more than any one could bare."
"Really?" Amra inquired. "But you'd like it I bet," Amra stated,
running her long nailed finger gently over the former mans ruby coloured
clit. She smiled as she discovered the dark girls pouting flesh to be
invitingly hot and moist.
The black girl moaned softly in response, eyes losing focus as she
shuddered, her broad hips moving involuntarily towards Amra's probing
fingers. "You can't... I'd be nothing but a beast..."
"Really," Amra stated, also growing moist. The power she held over this
tiny but voluptuous girl was quite arousing. She took another stoppered
vial and rubbed it teasingly at Ashirs sex. "You want it. Don't you?"
"Oh yes," Ashir panted.
Amra considered the Eye and the vial. She unstoppered the vial and made
the dusky slavegirl drink a second dose. "My pleasure first though,"
Amra commented, guiding the girls head between her legs. She squirmed at
the gentle yet insistent tickling of the girls eager tongue, a ribbon of
pleasure spreading with a shudder through her moist loins.
"You make a very cute lap dog..." Amra noted after some time when her
desire was sated. "Would you like me to pleasure you?"
Ashir looked up, her eyes wild and desperate. "Yes."
"Yes master," Amra crooned.
"Yes master," Ashir responded.
Amra nodded and pushed the girl back, spreading her mocha thighs wide to
gain access. She touched the girls burning sex, eliciting a heartfelt
moan. "You know... I could pleasure you better as a man," Amra commented
as she tenderly slipped a finger inside Ashir and moved her hand with a
lazy zephyr like touch. "Would you like that."
"Oh, yes," she moaned, an utter sybarite.
"You would like a man within you?" Amra asked again, moving her hands
quicker within the moistening folds of the Tartarean's flesh.
"Please!" she gasped in bliss.
Amra placed the Eye in the enraptured girls hand. She was oblivious to
it. "My original form. Moving within you. Pounding into your flesh.
Filling you with warmth and friction. Satisfying your needs. My huge,
rippled, masculine form." Amra sensed that the girl was coming close to
her climax
"Yes!!"
It was a gamble that Amra had to take. As the girl ascended towards her
climax Amra looked into the eye.
Ashir felt the contact with the thing from beyond and on some distant
intellectual level she understood that she had power over her captor,
that she could gain back her male body if she so wished. The physical
transformation had gifted her with all the inherent tendencies, urges
and desires of a woman and were that the extent of her changes she would
have been able to seize control and turn the situation to her advantage.
Yet she could not, for an overwhelming dose of the elixir had riven her
remnant male intellect and driven her new female needs to an
unprecedented, nigh on irrational level. Now she was acting on pure
sexual instinct. Amra's suggestions merely gave a focus to her
dominating compulsions. She wanted only one thing. She needed only one
thing. And her mind instinctively searched for the form that would
satisfy her needs. The primal male form that was Amra.
Amra felt her flesh twist and reform, her breasts shrinking and hips
slimming. The dark girl seemed to shrink as Amra grew in stature and
might, muscles chording and rippling and expanding. In what seemed a
floating heartbeat in the eye of eternity Amra was returned to his
potent male form, the fog of the female lust potion slipping from his
mind. The Eye slipped from Ashirs fingers, breaking the power of the eye
over him. A new lust formed in his mind, purely male in nature. He
lifted the girls slight curvaceous form and turned her to lie face down
upon her knees.
"You want this?" he asked, his arousal growing.
"Yes!" she begged in a frenzy, her thighs moist with need.
In one sure movement he slipped deep inside her, his hips smacking
solidly against her full sculpted ass as she let out a cry of rapture
which became a strangled gasp as he drove into her yet again. Again and
again her spry body moved to meet his, to take his vigorous thrusts. In
growing deliriums her curvy ass pushed back violently against his lap to
take him as far within her as she could, her muscles clenching with
uncontrolled spasms of rapture. On all fours her full curvy breasts
dangled and jiggled back and forth in time with each leisured plunge and
withdrawal. Carnal cries of delight and elated whimpers of rhapsody
ushered from her besotted lips in equal measure. The slave girl
stiffened in her first of many female raptures.
Spent, Amra grinned and palmed the Eye. He looked down at his form. It
was as he remembered it, except he was perhaps better endowed than
before. "Did you enjoy that my slave?" he asked.
"Yes..." the girl responded, her liquid white eyes gleaming in her dark
skinned face. Now that her lust had been momentarily slaked a sense of
her former imperious self was returning.
"Good," Amra reached up to the table and grabbed quill, ink and
parchment. "I need you to write a letter for your slavemaster."
"Please continue pleasuring me," she wheedled as one addicted to sex.
"I'm not sure I can do that, but what I have in mind will take care of
that. I will dictate..." he said as he put the parchment down in front
of her.
"Never," she said between ground teeth with every ounce of her will. He
brought his hand between her legs and her resistance melted as soon as
his fingers began to play with her. She wriggled and gasped, and then he
stopped, leaving her unsatisfied.
"I will now dictate..." he reiterated.
"Please don't stop!"
"Will you write?" his finger brushed her sex with the slightest of
caresses.
"Your word is my command," she said as she wiggled in pleasure.
"Please!"
"Master," he prompted, slapping her thighs apart.
"Master," Ashir cried.
And so it went. She fought against her needs as much as she could, which
was not at all. By the end the ink was drying and she was still wet and
willing. And for Amra a woman had never tasted so sweet.
When he was done he chained and gagged her and left a note for the
slavemaster written in her own hand, the hand of the Praetor. Amra had
little doubt that the girl would find her way to the slave block, for
who would believe that this was the mighty Preator Ashir Dir?
Naked but for Ashirs cape and a loincloth fashioned from a silken
blanket Amra stole stealthily yet swiftly down the towers stairs and
through nighted rooms on bare feet. He traversed a long, shadowy hallway
dimly illumed by a light that gleamed through an arabesque window at one
end. Momentarily he expected to be discovered but silence hung heavy
over the mansion. He came to the window and like a shadow he loomed in
the frame. He dropped to alight nimbly in the serai, cloak furling for a
moment then dropping about him as he strode forward to enter the hedge
maze. Unblemished naked thews gleamed beneath the cloak in the
moonlight. Amra was glad to be back in his own flesh.
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