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THE TRIALS OF KARDAN
Chapter One: Capture
Kardan's capture had not been an easy one. The fabled warrior had been
cornered in a rocky canyon in the southern lands, and six men were
pitted against him. Kardan had despatched four of them in the space of
a few breaths, and would have slain the remainder had the drug-tongued
art not found it's mark on his neck. Reeling from the narcotic, he
still hurled himself at his opponents, finally succumbing as his blade
dug into the belly of another one of his captors. When it was assured
he was unconscious, the architect of his capture appeared. The
surviving men were panting and nervous as their master, Lord Thulzla,
rode his horse into the arena. Thulzla surveyed the incapacitated
swordsman, sprawled out as he was on the dry ground with is hands still
clutching his sword.
The lord of the Southern regions jumped down off his horse and
approached the fallen warrior. His eyes ran to the weapon he held,
buried still in a dying man's guts. He kicked Kardan's hand viciously,
releasing it from its feeble hold on the weapon. Grabbing the grip of
the blade, he savagely withdrew it from his shivering servant. He had
always wanted to see the sword that had killed so many trained soldiers
over the years. And he was not disappointed. It was a fine weapon;
masterfully crafted and beautiful in its simplicity. He watched the sun
play over the grey steel and worn leather.
"Bind him with twice as much caution as you would gave a normal man,"
he spoke to his remaining troops, "and fasten him to the cart." His men
obeyed.
The next morning Kardan stood bound and guarded in a strange
auditorium. Thulzla stood on a platform above him, looking haughtily
down at his prisoner. "Many kings and Lords would want you dead,
Kardan," he said. "But it is I who have finally caught you. I whom you
have repeatedly offended, as you have many others, with you brazen
disregard for my order and your unrestrained slaughter of my men. You
may consider yourself both fortunate and unfortunate, for death will
not come to by my hand or my orders. Yet I have devised a different
punishment for you, the same penalty I gave to any strong man who
crossed me."
Lord Thuzla gestured to the men holding Kardan, and he was shoved into
a pedestal in the center of the strange room. His chains were fastened
to sturdy rivets in the center of the pedestal. After which his man
handlers backed away to the edge of the room. Kardan looked up at Lord
Thuzla with fiery eyes. "And what is this living death you promise me?
You may find I can endure much." Thuzla laughed. "Your endurance is
exactly what I'm counting on. As unlikely as it may seem at the moment,
you will find yourself enduring servitude for me for many years."
Thuzla moved to a podium as the edge of his speaking platform. He began
turning a great wheel that was mounted there. Kardan watched as the
ceiling above him slowly began retracting into the walls. Behind the
opening gap, he caught glimpses of a large crystal that seemed to be
mounted on the roof. As the ceiling opened further, the moonlight form
outside shone through the crystal and down onto the pedestal he was
chained to. Multi-faceted light shone all around him, enough to blind
his eyes. He was jolted with a surge of energy he could not fully
describe. He felt weak and electrified; his body convulsed and shook as
he was bathed in the strange light.
He did not know how long he was pelted with the crystal's illumination,
but he gradually became aware that the sensations were receding and the
roof was being closed again. He fell to the ground, dazed. Much of his
strength seemed gone, and he felt smaller. Was this what Thuzla meant?
Did this ray sap your strength or spirit? He became aware of Thuzla's
voice. "Help the prisoner up and show her what has happened," he said
to the guards. Still dizzy, Kardan was lifted to his feet. His eyes
gradually came back into focus after the blinding light. "Look down at
yourself, warrior." Thuzla said patronizingly. Glaring with indigence,
Kardan looked down at his body.
What he saw was wrong. While he still had the tone of good muscle, his
limbs seemed more slender. His chest was still large but it didn't look
of feel right. It took him a few moments to figure it out through the
haze of dizziness. There were tits hanging off his bust! He managed to
reach down and confirm what he had begin to fear, his manhood was gone
completely. He had been made a woman! Kardan growled, though now the
sound was that of a she-devil. Thuzla spoke again, saying "You will be
taken to my bedchamber so I can break you in, new slave. And eventually
when I tire of you you will be sold or given to my men for
entertainment. Enjoy your new life as a servant to the desires of men."
Kardan struggled fiercely, but his strength was half of what it had
been. As he was led from the strange room, however, he realized that
his decreased size had left the shackled loose on his wrists. Waiting
until he was outside the building containing the change crystal, he put
everything he had into twisting free his right hand. His smaller
fingers seized a dagger from one of the guards belts and, before she
realised what happened, two of the men were dead. Kardan may have been
made a woman, but he still knew how to kill. Now holding a sword as
well as the dagger, he managed to slay the last guard. Struggling out
of his bonds, Kardan began to run.
He was outside, which was all he knew. Yet anywhere outside meant the
promise of escape, and he had no intention of being penetrated in
Thuzla's bed that night to any night to follow. He heard men pursuing
him, but he did not let up. He managed to sprint and dart out of Lord
Thuzlas camp into the hills surrounding it before anyone had caught up
to him. Eventually, after his new legs could take no more, he fell down
to rest. He looked at the wilderness surrounding him, panting for
breath. He wondered how he would find a way to regain his manhood, and
his sword.
Chapter Two: Search
Kardan no longer trusted the company of men at all. She could not blame
them, for there was a time when a woman such as she was would have
aroused her passion just as much. Along with all the dangers of the
world, she now had to add rape as a constant threat in times such as
hers. Not long after her escape she had found a clear pool to examine
her reflection in. Had Kardan's mother given birth to a daughter,
that's what she now looked like. There was still a resemblance to her
former self, but there was no trace of masculine shape left. Even her
black hair was softer now and flowed more gracefully. Her skin was a
little less dark and sunburned, and her breasts stood proudly out on
her chest.
She had found some clothes that fit better than her old ones, though
they did not conceal as much of her body as she would have liked. Still
carrying the weapons she took from Thuzla's guards, she began a
cautious search for someone who could help her on her quest for
revenge. It took some time to get used to using blades in her changed
body, but after a few weeks she could wield a sword nearly as well as
before. Feeling more confident in her ability to defend herself, she
began approaching travelers.
One day she warily entered a camp of men on a pilgrimage of some sort.
She began questioning them, asking if they knew any men who were wise
in the ways of the strange powers that were beyond the realms of men.
One traveler spoke up, saying he knew of a sorcerer who lived int he
western lands. Kardan conversed with this man, trying to attain
direction to this magician. The man told her the way was confusing and
hard to navigate, but that he might be inclined to lead her there.
Kardan asked what the man would want in return for his service, knowing
full well what the reply would be.
As she assumed, the man said he would be happy to show her the way if
she would give herself to him during the journey. "How do I know you
won't have you fun and then leave me behind, or sell me to slavers?"
Kardan asked, still annoyed at hearing her female voice. "That is
always a possibility. What can I say besides the promise of my word? I
could ass that you look like a woman who knows the taste of blood and
you would not hesitate to kill me if I crossed you. What more can a say
to guarantee you?"
Kardan thought. The man was right; she had no way of being sure of his
intentions. Not only that, but she had not given herself up to anyone
in the months since the transformation. Many nights she had gone hungry
because the only thing men wanted in trade for food was her mouth, her
pussy or her ass. She wondered if she should try to search out a
sorcerer on her own, or if it was worth the capitulation of letting a
man bed her. There was also no assurance that sorcerer's wouldn't just
take advantage of her as well.
"Very well," she said at last. "But if you cross me even in the
slightest way, I WILL cut the life from you." The man smiled and
agreed. "I suppose," he added, "I should at least mention that my name
is Dirk..."
The two set out that very afternoon, both of them carrying all the
supplied they felt they would need on such a trek. Since they started
out late in the day, they did not get very far before night began to
fall. The terrain was still mountainous and uneven, so Kardan conceded
to make camp and not travel into the night, though she knew that the
man was also motivated by the promise of his reward once they made
camp.
Once they had a fire going in a small clearing amidst the mountain
forests, they laid out their blankets and bundled of food. Dirk could
not help smiling as he sat down near Kardan. She had to admit she was
curious about the upcoming experience, perhaps even aroused at the
thought of it. She removed her tattered clothes and knelt on the
blanket. "Do not expect too much enthusiasm," she warned Dirk. "I
wasn't, at least not yet. There will still be quite a few nights ahead
of us before we reach the old man, we shall see how you feel about it
by then..." Dirk said.
Steeling herself for what was coming, she positioned herself on her
hands and knees as Dirk discarded the last of his clothes. He came up
behind her slowly, and she could hear his heavy breathing. Kardan had
expecting him to rush straight into penetrating her, but he was
evidently keen to win her over. He began using his mouth on her slit
from behind. Kardan could not deny that she was beginning to enjoy the
feeling of his lips and tongue working on her. She felt the new
sensation of moisture building up in her nethers. The look on her face
became more relaxed as she let herself take pleasure in the sensations.
Dirk was deft at using his fingers and mouth in her, and soon she was
dripping wet. He straightened up, and moved his hips forward toward her
backside. She felt him place the warm tip of his cock on her slit. She
found herself breathing hard as she anticipated the strange sensation
of truly being a woman. He pushed forward gently. There was some
resistance at first, but then her well lubricated quim opened to him
and the first inch of his tool popped inside her. She gasped quietly as
he fed the rest of his manhood into her slowly. She felt her body fill
up and stretch inside as she was penetrated.
Thus mounted, Kardan relaxed a little more as Dirk began slowly sliding
his cock in and out of her pussy. She was panting again, and felt the
amazing tingle of pleasure that came from being a woman with a man. She
was now grateful that she had at least given herself to a man that had
been gentle at first, and that she had avoided being painfully ravaged
by any of the men she had encountered before. Her pleasure increased,
and she was really beginning to enjoy the sensations. She still didn't
like the idea of being with a man, but facing away from him as she was
let her concentrate of what she was feeling, not seeing.
His hands came up, one to her breast and one to her clit. Both
manipulated her deftly as he increased his vigour, thrusting into her a
little harder and faster. She felt amazing; the pleasure was new and
exciting to her. She had been curious about the experiences of being
female ever since the transformation, and now that curiosity was
gratified. Soon she was moaning as Dirk continued to make love to her,
both of them moving together in unison. She rocked her ass back into
his thrusts as he seemed to drive deeper and deeper into her.
They cried out in near unison. Kardan trembled and shook at her first
orgasm as a woman, amazed at how it just kept going on and on without
stop. At the height of her ecstasy Dirk grunted and exploded inside of
her. They came together as they moved frantically into each others
bodies. His semen was dripping down her legs as he emptied himself
into her pussy. When she finally finished cumming, he withdrew. She was
jittery and covered with his seed as she rolled over on her side,
gasping. When the two of them had their strength back to speak she said
to him, "Thank you for taking the time to make it pleasurable for me."
"You are very welcome," Dirk replied, "and perhaps you see what I meant
about you growing to be more enthusiastic." Kardan remained silent, but
had to agree. What she had just experienced felt wonderful, and while
she was still uncomfortable with the idea in of itself, she was already
wondering what else was in store for her...
Chapter III: Journey
The second night with Dirk held no hesitation for Kardan. After a short
period of foreplay she laid down on the soft ground and wrapped her
legs around him as entered her. She held him tightly as they made love,
her passion more desperate than before. Sweating together, they both
climaxed nearly simultaneously as he filled her with his seed a second
time. The third day found Kardan thinking of the oncoming nightly tryst
throughout the entire trek. When It was finally time to make camp she
was actually feeling eager to give herself over to the pleasures she
had discovered. That night it was Dirk who was laid on his back as
Kardan slid up on top of him. After stroking his member for some little
time, and teasing it by rubbing it back and forth along her slit, she
mounted him. She sighed deeply as she felt him slip inside her, filling
the empty void that she hadn't realised she had.
She rode Dirk firmly untill she had not only had one glorious orgasm,
but was in the throws of her second when her lover exploded himself.
After three night, it seemed that Kardan had accepted her sexuality as
a woman. There was no revulsion, no reluctance, no feeling of shame.
She had come to enjoy the pleasures that a man could bring her, even
though she was still more motivated by the act of sex itself and not
overly attracted to men as a whole.
Kardan was beginning to let herself get momentarily distracted by her
new found pleasures. On the fourth day she ended up slowing down their
hike by indulging her growing lust during the day. At Dirks prompting
she tried another act that was new to her; as she pulling down his
britches, she began pulling her head foreword towards his half-erect
cock. She still held some hesitation about the male organ itself, and
resisted for a second at being so close to it. But her amorous
curiosity spurned her on and she slowly moved forward.
She began by stroking the shaft firmly. Then, tentatively, she opened
her mouth and licked the length of the dick, rubbing it along her lips.
She built up more courage and took the tip of him into her mouth,
sucking at the flesh. She started my mostly using her hand to jerk him
while just enclosing the first inch in her mouth, but as she grew more
comfortable she let more of his length enter past her lips. She found
she could take a little more than half of his cock in her mouth, and
she started to move her head back and forth on his tool, and was soon
servicing him to the best of her ability.
Dirk laid back and repositioned her so that he could return the favour.
She sat above his face as he lapped at her pussy, building up the
excitement in her. Moaning into his organ, she decided tha act she was
performing was not as repulsive as she would have guessed, though she
was glad that they had taken the time to bath in a mountain stream that
morning. She whimpered and began grinding into Dirk's face as a climax
approached her. She trembled as Dirk's mouth brought her to cum, still
trying to work on his member at the same time. As her orgasm was
subsiding she moaned deeper. Had she not been so enthralled by this
tremor of delight she might have foreseen and avoided what was about to
happen.
Too late she felt Dirk tense up and heard him grunt. She was startled
by the explosion of hot fluid in her mouth. She opened her mouth in
response, and while she was still blowing his rod, her lips were not
sealed and his seed was spilling out. Globs and drips of white slime
ran out of her mouth and down her chin. Some of it spattered on Dirk,
some on her breasts. It seemed to go on forever, but finally the last
twitch of dirk's cock signalled the end of his orgasm. Kardan let his
dick, now getting limp, fall from her mouth.
When they had cleaned themselves up, they continued their journey. Both
of them were smiling. Five hours later Kardan was leaning forward with
her hand resting on a large rock, her legs spread. Dirk entered her
from behind, again using his fingers to manipulate her breasts, nipples
and clitoris. When the couple had finally spent themselves they
collapsed down and began drifting off to sleep.
Kardan started to wonder what would happen when they found the sorcerer
they were seeking. Over the last few days she had not felt resentful of
her transformation into a woman. She forced herself to asses her mind
before she felt sleepy, coming to the conclusion that no matter how
much she was enjoying physical pleasure at the moment she still wanted
to reclaim her previous physique and bring justice to Lord Thulzla.
It was still early in the afternoon when Kardan and Dirk stepped form
the trees into a clearing at the base of a steep hill. Near the summit
of the hill was the facade of a small hut, and it was easy to tell that
the majority of the dwelling was carved into the stone face of the
earth itself. A narrow path wound up the hillside to the entrance.
There was no sign of life within, just a dark doorway that neither
traveler's eyes could penetrate from where they stood. "This is the
place," Dirk said, "are you sure you want to go in alone?"
Kardan nodded. "I will be fine," she replied flatly.
"Just make sure you're polite," Dirk added, "I knew a man who wasn't
careful with that old sorcerer and came back sexually attracted to
sheep."
Kardan chuckled. "Then I suppose I will take up farming," she quipped.
In truth though, she was a little touched at Dirk's apprehension. After
they're travels together it was clear that he had begun to care about
her. "Don't worry," she said, squeezing him arm to reassure him, "Wait
here and I will be back as soon as I can," Dirk conceded. Kardan turned
and began treading the path that led to the small abode. Even amidst
his concern, Dirk could not help but admire her muscular backside as
she climbed the narrow trail up the hill. Her strong legs carried her
upwards as she approached the silent hut.
Inside Kardan paused to let her eyes adjust to the dark. The room was
small and furnished sparsely. A single wood table with a few pages of
indecipherable writing on it sat near the center of the room with a
simple stool beside it. The back wall of the room was simply the face
of the hillside, and a dark stone passageway led down into the ground.
Kardan went to the table and started examining the books. They seemed
to all be in a language she didn't understand, but were nonetheless
fascinating. "Some people knock." A deep voice suddenly said, startling
her. She spun around, hand going towards her sword.
A middle-aged man was facing her, his hand held out in a disarming
gesture. He had short black hair that was grey at the temples, and was
wearing simple monastic-looking clothes. Her eyes were the most
notable; blue grey in colour and incredibly piercing and intelligent.
The voice Kardan had heard was masculine and commanding. "You didn't
have a door," Kardan quipped. The man smiled. "You have a point there,"
he conceded in a friendly manner. "I assume you are looking for some
help with your problem, Kardan," he said after a pause.
Kardan raised her eyebrow. "You know me?" she asked. "In a way, I can
glean certain things from peoples minds, who they are, what their
nature is. I can't tell everything, but I can see who you were and who
you now are. You definitely have a interesting problem, if you consider
it that." In a way Kardan was relived, this saved her the trouble of
explaining and convincing him. She felt strangely at ease with this
man, he didn't seem to have any of the malicious or vindictive
qualities that she feared she would find in him. "My name, by the way,
is Graff." The man said, introducing himself. "Now tell me everything
that happened the day of the change and maybe I can help."
Kardan told him everything he remembered about the night she had been
transformed, which wasn't hard since it was burned into her mind and
tempered with her wish for retribution. Graff listened to all she said,
nodding and taking in all the information. When Kardan was finished she
looked at him hopefully. "Do you think you can help me?" she asked.
Graff thought a moment, then nodded. "I believe I can assist you,
though I will tell you right now that I cannot change you back to your
former self here and now." Kardan grew excited, thrilled at his offer
to help.
"I will tell you something else," Graff went on, "I have a price for my
assistance." Kardan wasn't shocked, but she was a little disappointed
in Graff, he had seemed less base. "It is a rule of the order of
sorcery that I belong to never to give help to outsiders without making
them give something in return. I am very secluded and alone here, and
considering you have nothing else to trade, I'm sure you will
understand what I want from you." Kardan understood perfectly. "How do
I know I can trust you?" she asked. "How do I know that you won't just
take me and then tell me nothing?" Graff nodded again. "Two reasons,"
he replied. "For one I give you my word, and the second is that you
don't have a choice."
"There is a third reason as well," Kardan added. Graff looked
interested. "If you try and take advantage of me I swear to god I will
kill you." Graff nodded. "You know I believe you would actually find a
way to do that, too."
Graff led Kardan to the back of the room, and they descended into the
living rock. the blackness gave way to dim torchlight, and soon they
emerged into a jagged cavern. Kardan found the cavern to be more like
what she expected of a sorcerer; more books, phials, jars, a mortar and
pestle and, in one corner, a bed covered in furs. Graff gestured to the
bed. Kardan resigned herself and, after placing her sword on the floor
where she could reach it, she began to disrobe. Soon she stood naked in
the flickering orange light of the torches, her taut body rippling in
the shadows. Graff had removed his own robes as well, and Kardan found
herself impressed my the older man's physique.
She felt her breasts bounce on her chest as she went over to the bed
and sat down on the edge, leaning back. Graff moved to her, spreading
her legs. He knelt down and began using his mouth on her pussy, playing
with her most sensitive areas with some skill. Kardan sighed, feeling
herself get wetter, feeling her body get prepared to open up to this
man she had just met. When Graff had brought Kardan near to an orgasm,
he removed himself from her groin and stood up. His cock was hard, and
while it was not as impressive as Dirk's, it was still impressive.
Kardan wrapped her legs around the man's waist, pulling him to her as
he prepared to enter her body. Graff's prod pressed against her slick
opening for a second, and then he began working it inside her. Kardan
closed her eyes and leaned back on the bed, playing with her nipples.
Graff was thrusting in and out of her, going a little deeper each time.
She was sighing now, enjoying the pleasure that her surrender offered
her. She lost track of time as Graff's attacks became more passionate,
his sweat flowing from his brow as he pumped into her.
At the same moment Kardan felt herself approach a climax, Graff
clenched his body inside her. Together they came, Kardan moaning softly
and letting her orgasm wash over her, Graff grunting as he poured his
seed into Kardan's body. His semen felt like fire inside of her, and
her moan became a scream as their mutual pleasure peaked. Gradually
they desperate thrusting of the two bodies waned, and Kardan felt the
sorcerer becoming limp inside her canal.
Some time later Kardan was strapping her clothes back on, having
cleaned herself up as best she could. Graff had remained nude. She eyes
the man warily. "Well then," she said, "I'd appreciate it if you told
me what you know now." Graff conceded. "Apologies," he began, "I was
just enjoying the relief. Yes, the information you want is thus; When
you were changed it was at night, and the moonlight shone through the
crystal once the roof was opened. The moons rays, altered by the
crystal, was what caused the change. If my knowledge of such gems is
correct, then all you would need to do is repeat the process by
daylight. The sun, shining through the crystal, should turn you back to
your former self."
Kardan digested this. While the information did give her a direction to
go, it also meant that she had to get back inside Thulzla's lair. "Are
there no other crystals such as that one?" She asked. "Most likly,"
Graff replied, "But I could not say where you would find them, they are
very rare." Kardan accepted this. She thanked the sorcerer and prepared
to leave, he thanked her in turn. Karnad climbed the steps out of the
cavern, crossed the floor of the hut and emerged into the daylight once
more. She spied Dirk at the foot of the hill and waved to him,
beginning the decent.
So that was that - Kardan had to find a way back into the chamber that
changed her and expose herself to the crystal amplified sunlight. It
sounded much simpler than it was.
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