Chapter 3: Rising Action
Tavix looks down at me with false sympathy. "It's not so bad." she lied, her voice dripping with the sickly sweetness of poison.
Looked at my form in the mirror, my eys drifing down to my groin. I felt a, now familiar, dull ache between my legs. The cockring was slll squeezing into my flesh, demanding release. I tugged at it experimentally but it was still cursed and still too small to slip off, besides. Tavix noticed, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
"Your new form agrees with you! And that ring will will be extremely useful to me." she purred, her eyes gleaming with dark lust. "Still hard for me, are we?" She asked, as she she didn't know that she had cursed me so.
I glared at her, my cock throbbing painfully as my pulse quickend. But she was right. The sight of her, the scent of her, the very sound of her voice, all of it was enough to drive me to the brink of insanity. It wasn't just the cockring. I was hard for her. Despite everything, I yearned for her.
"You're a fucking monster!" I spat, my voice barely recognizable, guttural and thick. My new monstrous vocal cords would take some getting used to.
Tavix chuckled. "And you love every second of it." she taunted, stepping closer, her hips swaying seductively.
"You can't deny it, little thrall. Your cock is an iron rod, and your tongue lapped up my juices like a thirsty puppy. I know you want me. I could see into your heart even before you became my plaything. Now, you're an open book."
I looked away in shame. I wanted to deny her, to spit in her face and tell her to go to hell. But my cock throbbed in the cockring, mercilessly reminding me of my desire for her.
Tavix's chuckle seemed to vibrate through me. "Sorry, pet." she purred, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "But you know what they say, 'A deal's a deal.' Now, let's make the most of this new situation, shall we? I've seen the hunger your eyes. If you want your mistress to take your cock for a ride, I'll need something from you first." She produced a metal slave collar from thin air and threw it at my feet. The metal ring reverberated ominously, echoing off the walls.
"Pick that up and put it on." Tavix commanded, her gaze still leveled at me.
I raised an eyebrow, looking dubious. "What is that?" I growled, my voice thick with defiance.
"Isn't it obvious? Its a slave collar, of course." Tavix explained, all mater of fact. "It will complete our contract and ensure your loyalty to me. You're my thrall now. Do as I say and put it on."
I looked down at the cursed collar. It's metal gleaming dully in the dim light of the chamber. This was probably an other trap. No, this was definitely a trap.
"Put it on and your mistress will reward you, in kind." Tavix explained. She leaned against the pedestal that held the mirror, her hips swaying slightly, her eyes never leaving mine. I could see the promise in her gaze, the dark lust that mirrored my own.
I glanced at the collar lying at my feet, a symbol of servitude. I wanted to refuse, to defy her, but was there any point? The magic of the contract bound me to her, my body and soul hers already.
"It's just a piece of metal." Tavix coaxed, her voice a low, soothing purr. "Think of it as symbol of our understanding. Put it on and show the world that you belong to me."
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, my monstrous face staring back at me. I gritted my teeth, my hands clenched into fists. I looked at the collar, then back at Tavix. Slowly, I bent down and picked up the collar, my small, monstrous fingers closing around the cool metal. It felt heavy in my weak hands.
"What if I refuse?" I asked bitterly, unwilling to wear it but equally terrified of angerying Tavix.
Tavix's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Refuse?" she asked, her voice like ice. "Then I will not fuck you. You will yearn for a release that will never come." She winked looking meaningful at my cockring.
"That's it... just... no sex?" I asked, confused. "You mean, if I don't wear this, you just won't... fuck me?" I couldn't believe I was even having this conversation. I hesitated, the heavy restraint in my hand, my cock aching with need.
"I don't want to be your Imp. I will find a way to get free of your curse." I groaned, dropping the collar to the ground with a heavy crash.
My hands clenched into fists, the nails elongated into black, sharp talons. The pain of my transformation was a dull ache, but the betrayal was fresh and raw. "You didn't tell me..." I snarled, the words ripped from my throat like jagged glass. "You didn't tell me that I'd be cursed, weakened and turned into a freak!"
Tavix chuckled with genuine amusement. "Did you expect me to be completely honest with you, pet? You're a mortal, a pawn in my game. I owed you nothing, least of all the truth." Tavix retorted, her voice as cold as ice. She pushed herself away from the pedestal and began to pace, her heels clicking ominously on the stone floor. "Besides, this form of yours has its perks. You are small and weak, true. Built to be a toy for others to use. But you are both more robust and more importantly, will never age. And because your soul is promised to me, even death will not free you from my service."
I said nothing, but my gaze flicked to my cock, painfully trapped in the cursed ring. The sight of it made me wince. "A toy, am I? No!" I spat. "I am a man, not a toy!" My voice echoed through the chamber, raw and angry.
Tavix paused her pacing, turning to face me. Her eyes were cold, her lips curled into a cruel smile. "You were a man." she corrected, her voice like ice. "A cocky, braggadocious fool of a man, at that."
My ego flared and I felt a surge of defiance, of hatred for this witch, this demon, who had stolen my life and twisted me into this... this thing. "And I will be again. I will find a way, dammit!"
She laughed, the sound echoing off the stone walls, cold and mocking. "Oh, little thrall. You are so deluded. That contract binds your soul to me for eternity. I own your body. I own your soul. You will never escape my grasp. To even have a chance... well I suppose you'd have to seek out the one that locked me in the mirror... not that she'd help an imp."
Tavix towered over me cocking her head the the side. "You know, it's quite amusing, watching you struggle. You're like a little rat caught in a maze, desperate to find a way out but ultimately doomed to failure." She paused for a moment in through. "You may go. It will amuse me to watch you fail." She said catching me off guard.
I blinked a few times, bewildered "You... you're letting me go?" I stammered.
Tavix shrugged, "For now. I've shown you your place, and you've shown me your pathetic resistance. Truth be told, I'm a bit bored. You're a far cry from the obedient thralls I'm used to. So yes. You may go." she said, sounding both tired and interested.
"Do try to entertain me." she added, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "I'll be watching you, little thrall. And when you're ready, I'll come for you. The contract will be complete, and you will submit to me." With that, Tavix snapped her fingers, and the chamber filled with a blinding light.
When my vision cleared, I found myself alone in the chamber, Tavix nowhere to be seen. Yet I could feel her presence, as if her eyes were still on me, watching, waiting.
That felt too easy. I glanced at the slave collar, and shook my head. I needed to find the sorceress. The only one who could help me break this curse and reclaim my humanity. But first, I had to get to the top of this godsforsaken tower.