Chapter 1: Introduction
Karela strode through the castle's labyrinthine corridors towards the throne room. Her boots echoed against the cold stone floor, the sound a stark contrast to the hushed whispers of the castle's inhabitants. They scurried out of her way, eyes cast down, fearing the fierce bandit leader. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the drab, muted tones of the castle's interior. She could feel their eyes on her, taking in her tall, athletic frame, decked out in her finest leather armor with silver etchings, a sword at her, and a blood-red cloak swirling behind her.
Karela normally eschewed finery but she wanted to impress Amanar. She didn't trust magic users, indeed, there were few things in the world she trusted outside of cold steel in her fist but his power and wealth were undeniable and the Red Hawk had every intention of capitalizing on them.
She found the throne room, a cavernous space filled with velvet drapes and ornate tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures. At the far end, a dais held a throne carved from a single piece of obsidian, black and gleaming under the flickering torchlight.
Amanar sat upon it, his dark robe blending with the throne,
making him seem like a shadow come to life. His cold blue eyes
watched her approach, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Karela
could feel his gaze, like a physical touch, trailing down her body, lingering on her breasts, her hips, her cunt. She felt a shiver of revulsion and something else, something she refused to acknowledge.
"Karela," Amanar's voice was like velvet, smooth and dangerous. "I've been expecting you."
Karela stopped at the foot of the dais, her hands resting on the pommel of her sword.
"Amanar," she acknowledged, her voice tight. "I've come to negotiate a sanctuary for me and my men."
Amanar leaned forward, his hands resting on the obsidian arms of his throne.
His eyes bored into hers, like a physical touch. "And what makes you think I'd be interested in giving sanctuary to a band of thieves?"
Karela lifted her chin, defiance burning in her green eyes. "Because I'm not just any thief. I command two hundred men who will live and die at my command. Powerful as you may be, I doubt you can say the same."
Amanar considered for a moment then said, "And what would you give me in exchange?"
His voice was low, almost a purr. Karela could feel the magic in it, a dark, insidious thing that made her skin crawl.
She met his gaze with a cool, defiant stare. "Loyalty. Service. A cut of the spoils. Anything you require."
Amanar's smirk deepened. "Anything, you say?" He stood, his dark robe swirling around him as he descended the dais. "Very well then. I have a proposal for you, Karela."
He leaned closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Become my mistress. Grace my bed and my castle is yours."
Karela's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a sneer. "The Red Hawk is no whore, sorcerer. I cannot be bought like a common tart."
Amanar shrugged. "As you wish. Then we shall do it another way."
That was enough of a threat for Karela to draw her sword. She pointed at the sorcerer's heart with a confidence and ease born of
countless battles. “Try anything and I will carve you up like a butcher would a piece of meat.”
Amanar froze, his hands raised. “I am unarmed,” he said quietly. Karela lowered her blade ever so slightly, feeling slightly foolish for threatening a weaponless, unarmored man. The sorcerer swiftly drew a complex symbol in the air with his finger, leaving behind a fiery glow.
The Red Hawk didn’t notice anything different about herself or their surroundings but she cursed herself for her carelessness in underestimating someone versed in the arcane. She started forward, intending to make good on her threat but found that her feet would not move. The Red Hawk looked down in astonishment. Her feet and legs still possessed their full sensation and did not feel held but she couldn’t move so much as a single toe.
"What sorcery is this?" she demanded hoarsely. "Release me, Amanar, or-"
“Cast your weapon aside,” he commanded.
She stifled a scream as her arm obeyed, sending the blade skittering across the stone floor. It slowed to a stop against a stone pillar, well out of reach even if her legs had been working. An unfamiliar feeling flickered through her. It took the Red Hawk several seconds to realize that it was fear.
Amanar nodded in satisfaction. "Remove your garments, Karela."
“Fool,” she began, and her green eyes started with horror as her slim fingers rose to the golden pin that held her scarlet cloak and undid it. The cloak slid from her shoulders to the floor. "I am the Red Hawk," she said. It was little more than a whisper, but her voice rose to a scream. "I am the Red Hawk!"
Karela could not stop watching with bulging eyes as her hands removed the golden breastplates from her heavy round breasts and casually dropped them, unfastened the emerald girdle that rode low on her flaring hips. Her boots followed a moment later, leaving her clad only in her bra and panties.
"Beyond these walls," the black-robed man said quietly, "you are the Red Hawk. Inside them, you are...whatever I want you to be."
She looked at Amanar, her eyes filled with pleas that she refused to give voice to as her fingers ran tantalizingly over her breasts then made their way to her bra's fastenings.
She undid it with a swiftness that spoke of long practice, and the garment fell away, leaving her breasts bare to his gaze. They were full and round, with large, dark nipples that were already hardening under his gaze. She swallowed hard, her hands moving to her panties, the last barrier between her and nakedness. Her hands didn't hesitate, didn't respond to her desperate efforts to stop or even slow them, her eyes silently pleading.
Her hands trembled as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly, agonizingly, pulled them down.
She stepped out of them, kicking them away like an afterthought. She stood there, naked and vulnerable, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. Her breath came in short gasps, her breasts heaving with each one. She was aroused by the humiliation, the degrading act of stripping for him, yet she couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear at the thought of what was to come.
Amanar's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every inch. He licked his lips, a predatory gesture that sent a shiver down her spine. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
"You're even more exquisite than I imagined. And now you are mine."
"I am no one's," she spat, her voice barely above a whisper. "Least of all a filthy sorcerer's."
Amanar chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "You require further proof? Very well. Lie atop your discarded clothing, spread your legs wide, and use your fingers to bring yourself to climax.” He said it nonchalantly, as if they were discussing the weather.
Karela stared at her in disbelief. “What?” she hissed, her voice shaking with anger and humiliation even as her body sank down onto her discarded armor, her legs spreading of their own accord. “You can’t be serious.”
Amanar's smile was infuriatingly calm. “Oh, but I am. I want to see the mighty Red Hawk come undone.”
Karela’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, her body trembling with the effort to resist the sorcerer’s command. But her legs spread wider, her back arching slightly, her body betraying her once again. She could feel the cool air on her most intimate parts, could feel the heat building within her despite her best efforts to resist.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Don’t make me do this.”
It galled her to her core that she had been reduced to begging but she could see no other way out. Amanar said nothing, instead watching ravenously as the Red Hawk's hand crept towards her pussy, her fingers tracing the outer lips, feeling their warmth, their wetness.
“Don’t,” she whispered, but her words were cut short as her fingers delved inside her, slick with her own juices. Her breath hitched, her hips lifting off the ground as she rubbed her clit, the raw sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her. She gritted her teeth, trying in vain to resist even as her body writhed on the floor as she fingered herself relentlessly.
She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing up with every stroke of her fingers against her clit. She could feel the heat of her desire pooling between her legs, could feel her body yearning for release.
"Look at you," Amanar murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So beautiful, even when you're at your most debased."
Karela could feel her body betraying her with every word he spoke. She had been reduced to nothing more than a puppet, strings pulled by an unseen hand, forced to perform acts she never would have chosen. But despite the humiliation, despite the anger and fear that raged inside her, she could feel her body responding.
Her nipples were hard, her pussy throbbing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the heat building with every stroke of her fingers.
Amanar watched, his eyes dark with lust. "That's it," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Show me how you like to be touched."
Karela bit her lip, her fingers moving faster, her hips bucking against her hand. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing up, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Come for me, Karela," Amanar commanded, his voice like a whip crack.
"Show me how you come undone."
Karela's body arched off the floor, her fingers moving frantically against her clit. She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into the abyss.
"Fuck!" she cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She could feel her pussy pulsing, her juices flowing freely as she came undone, just as Amanar had commanded. A tideway of liquid burst from within her, coating her fingers and soaking the floor as well as her discarded clothing.
She lay there, panting, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. Her eyes were closed, her mind racing, trying to process what had just happened.
Amanar's voice cut through her thoughts, cold and commanding. "Now, rise and stand before me."
Karela's body responded before her mind could even register the command. She stood, her legs wobbling slightly, and walked towards Amanar. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, could feel the cool air on her naked skin. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also...aroused.
Amanar watched her approach, his eyes never leaving her body. When she stood before him, he snapped his fingers, the sound echoing around the room like a thunderclap. The sorcerer's robes vanished, leaving him as naked as Karela herself.
Despite herself, she couldn't help but let her gaze wander over his body. He was leanly muscled, his skin smooth and unblemished. His cock hung heavy between his legs, thick and hard, pointed straight at her.
Karela shook her head. "Don't dare, sorcerer. Don't-"
Amanar spoke, his voice overpowering hers. "Kneel."
The word was a whipcrack, and Karela found herself obeying, her knees sinking into the cold stone floor as she looked up at Amanar. His cock was inches from her face, thick and hard and throbbing with desire. She could smell him, a musky scent that made her mouth water.
"Take it in your mouth," Amanar commanded, his voice harsh and demanding.
Karela's mind balked but her body obeyed instantly
, her lips parting to take the head of his cock into her mouth. She could taste him, salty and slightly bitter, and she felt a renewed surge of fury at her body's betrayal. But despite her anger, she couldn't deny the heat that was building within her again, the way her pussy throbbed at the feel of him in her mouth.
Amanar groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her head, fucking her mouth slowly. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all."
Karela could feel him hitting the back of her throat, could feel herself gagging slightly as he pushed deeper.
But she didn't pull back, didn't try to resist. Try as she might, she couldn't. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, could taste the precum leaking from the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting him, teasing him.
Amanar groaned, his grip on her hair tightening. "Fuck, yes," he hissed. "Suck it, you little slut. Show me what that pretty mouth can do."
Karela felt a surge of anger at his words, but it was quickly overshadowed by the heat building within her. She could feel her pussy throbbing, could feel the wetness between her legs. She wanted him, despite everything.
The Red Hawk would never admit it but she loved sucking cock, loving the combination of power and submission. But this was all wrong. Here, Amanar held all the power and she was nothing more than a plaything for his twisted desires.
Her mouth moved in sync with his thrusts, her tongue swirling around his shaft as he fucked her face, his balls slapping against her chin with every thrust. She could feel him getting harder, could taste the bitterness of his precum on her tongue.
"Harder," Amanar growled, his voice thick with lust. "Faster."
Karela couldn't answer, but she didn't need to. Her actions spoke for her.
She took him deeper, her hands gripping his thighs for balance as she bobbed her head, taking him to the hilt. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, could feel herself gagging slightly, but she didn't stop. She wanted to make him come, wanted to taste him, wanted to prove that she could still control something, anything.
Amanar groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her head as she sucked him off. "Just like that, you little slut.
You're so fucking good at this." Amanar's voice was hoarse with desire, his grip on Karela's hair tightening as he thrust deeper into her mouth.
Karela could feel him hitting the back of her throat with every thrust, could feel herself gagging slightly but she didn't stop. She wanted to make him come, wanted to taste him on her tongue. She wanted to show him that she could still control something, anything.
Her body was no longer hers to command, but she could make him come undone.
Amanar's thrusts became faster and harder, his grip on her hair tightening as he fucked her mouth with abandon. he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking good at this." His grip tightened on her head, holding her in place as he thrust deeper into her mouth.
She could feel his cock swelling in her mouth, could feel the veins pulsing against her tongue.
"Take it," he growled, his voice commanding.
He thrust deeper, hitting the back of her throat again and again as she gagged around his cock.
Karela gagged, choking on the sudden flood, but she swallowed every drop, her eyes watering as she looked up at him, defiant even now.
Amanar panted, his grip on her hair loosening as he pulled out of her mouth. He looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "That was magnificent, Karela. I've never had better."
She glared at him, hatred in her gaze. "Fuck you, sorcerer. I won't do it again."
He chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "That is not for you to decide. Now, step back and kneel in your own juices."
Amanar's voice was cold and commanding, his eyes never leaving hers. Karela's body moved of its own accord, her knees sinking into the wetness on the floor, the cold stone a stark contrast to the heat between her legs. She could feel her pussy throbbing, could feel the wetness dripping down her thighs. She hated him, hated what he was doing to her, but she couldn't deny the heat building within her.
The sorcerer strode over to her, stopping mere inches away. The Red Hawk took some comfort in seeing that his cock hung flaccidly between his legs. With luck, she would be granted at least a minute or two's respite.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he ordered.
Once more, the Red Hawk’s body obeyed not her commands but those of the sorcerer.
Amanar smiled at her, cruel triumph in his gaze. “Now, grasp my cock and point it at your mouth.”
Bile rose in Karela’s gut as she realized that the sorcerer intended to do but she was powerless to do anything about it. With her tongue out and mouth open, she couldn’t even speak clearly enough to protest, though this wouldn’t have done any good.
So she took the sorcerer’s flaccid shaft in her hand, directed it at her mouth, and waited for Amanar’s latest humiliation. He looked down at her, his wicked smile widening.
“Close up your throat,” he ordered. “Hold it in your mouth until I order otherwise.”
No sooner had the Red Hawk done so than a thin stream of urine erupted from Amanar’s cock. Karela watched in horror and disgust as the yellow liquid moved toward her as in slow motion. She could make out every individual drop glinting in the flickering torchlight as they moved inexorably toward her. After what seemed an eternity, they hit.
The first few drops splashed against Karela's lips and chin, warm and acrid-tasting. She choked back a retch as more followed, each one hitting the back of her throat. Her mouth overflowed, the rancid stream spilling out onto her breasts, making her nipples sting.
“Direct the stream so that it goes up your nose,” Amanar said, as pleasantly as if the two of them were discussing the weather over afternoon tea.
Karela couldn’t believe what she was hearing but her hand moved of its own accord, tilting the sorcerer’s cock upward.
The stream of urine hit her nose, burning like acid as it flowed into her nostrils. She gagged, choking on the foul liquid as it filled her mouth and nose. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the urine that dripped from her chin onto her breasts.
Amanar watched her, a cruel smile on his face. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Take it all, you little slut."
Karela wanted to scream, to curse him, but all that came out was a garbled, choking sound. She could feel the urine filling her, could taste it, could smell it.
She had never felt so degraded, so humiliated in her life. But there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was nothing more than a puppet, dancing to Amanar's tune.
“And now into your eyes. Keep them open the entire time.” Amanar's voice was steady and controlled but there was a hint of glee in it that made Karela's stomach churn.
As before, the Red Hawk's body obeyed the command
before her mind could even process it. Her eyes remained open, staring up at Amanar as the stream of urine hit them. She blinked rapidly, trying to dislodge the liquid, but it was no use. It stung, burning like fire as it flowed into her eyes, blurring her vision. "That's it," he murmured. "Let it fill you up."
Karela could feel the urine dripping down her face, into her mouth, her eyes, her nose. She could taste it, could smell it. It was everywhere, overwhelming her senses.
She could taste it on her tongue, feel it dripping down her face and into her mouth. She wanted to spit it out, to wipe it away, but she couldn't move. She could only lie there and take it as the sorcerer mocked and laughed at her.
"Swallow it," he commanded. "Every last drop."
Karela tried to resist, to clamp her mouth shut and block the flow of urine into her mouth and throat. But she couldn't stop it. It kept coming, filling up her mouth until she couldn't breathe anymore.
Amanar stared into her eyes, his frame shaking with silent laughter. Karela returned his gaze, murder in her eyes but unable to move or speak without his command. Try as she might to focus on the fury boiling within her, she couldn’t take her mind off the fact that she was on her knees, naked and humiliated, her eyes, nose, and mouth full of piss or that rivulets of it were sliding down her neck and onto her breasts.
“Now swallow.”
Amanar’s voice was firm, leaving no room for disobedience. Karela’s throat constricted in rebellion, but her body betrayed her once again. She swallowed, feeling the warm, bitter liquid slide down her throat. She gagged, but her body was not her own. She gulped it down as if it was the sweetest wine even as her stomach churned
with revulsion and tears streamed down her face. But there was no stopping it now.
Only when the last drop had been swallowed did Amanar retreat into his robes without taking his eyes off Karela. Her body shook with silent sobs as he commanded, "Clean yourself up."
She did as she was told, standing before him with dignity that belied the humiliation she felt. She wiped herself down with what remained of her discarded clothing before standing tall.
Amanar smiled cruelly at her misery before speaking again. “You’re a stubborn one, Karela. But you’re no match for my magic.” He snapped his fingers and a small vial appeared in his hand.
He uncorked it and poured the contents onto his palm - a shimmering, iridescent liquid that seemed to dance in the dim light of the torchlight.
"Now," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "you will submit to me willingly."
Karela's heart pounded in her chest as she watched him approach. She wanted to resist, to fight him with every ounce of strength she had left. But she knew it was no use. He held all the power here.
He reached out and cupped her chin with his hand, tilting her head up to look at him.
His eyes were cold, unyielding. "You will do as I say, Karela. You will submit to me willingly."
She glared at him, hatred burning in her eyes. "I will never submit to you, you filthy sorcerer."
"Strong words from one on her knees." He brought his hand up to her face, rubbing the shimmering liquid onto her lips. It was cool and slick, leaving a tingling sensation behind.
Karela tried to pull away, but her body refused to obey her commands.
She could feel the liquid on her lips, cold and slick, and she knew what was coming. She could feel the heat building within her again, despite everything.
Amanar smiled, a cruel twist of his lips. "You can't fight it, Karela. You're mine now."
She wanted to scream, to curse him, but all that came out was a whimper as she felt the heat between her legs intensifying.
Amanar's hand moved from her chin, trailing down her neck, her collarbone, until it reached her breast.
He cupped it in his hand, squeezing gently before thumbing her nipple until it stood at attention. Karela gasped at the sensation, her body arching into his touch despite herself.
"Oh," she breathed out, her voice thick with desire despite her efforts to resist.
Amanar chuckled, a low sound that made her shiver. "You're so responsive, Karela. It's almost too easy."
He pinched her nipple harder, twisting it until she cried out in pain and pleasure. Her body jerked, her thighs pressing together as her pussy ached for attention.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
"So fucking beautiful, and all mine." He pinched her other nipple, making her gasp again. "I could play with these all day."
Karela glared at him, hating the way her body responded to his touch. "Fuck you," she spat.
Amanar just laughed, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Oh, I plan to." He pushed her down onto the cold stone floor, her back hitting the hard surface with a thud. She tried to struggle, to fight him, but her body refused to obey her commands.
He knelt between her legs, pushing them apart roughly. "You're mine now, Karela.
Every inch of you."
Amanar's voice was a low growl as he spread her legs wider, exposing her shaved pussy to him. He could see the glistening wetness between her thighs, could smell the musky scent of her arousal. He grinned cruelly at the sight and leaned down to taste her.
His tongue flicked out, licking up the wetness on her inner thigh before moving up to her clit. Karela gasped at the sudden contact, her hips jerking off the ground as Amanar circled her clit with his tongue.
"Fuck," she breathed out, her hands clutching at the cold stone floor beneath her.
Amanar's tongue was relentless, circling her clit with expert precision. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to make her body respond.
He chuckled against her pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her. "You taste so fucking good, Karela. Like honey and sin." He licked her again, his tongue delving into her pussy, fucking her with his mouth.
Karela moaned, her body writhing beneath him. She could feel the heat building within her, could feel her orgasm approaching. She tried to hold back, tried to resist, but it was no use. Her body was no longer hers to command.