Castle Haggard and the Lich King: A Bob the Mage Story

Chapter One: Betrayals and Orgasms

Sivess slowed as he crept through the arboreal forest, his forked tongue flickering to taste the wind. Leaves rustled softly with a scent that intrigued him. It was sweet and sultry and overtly sexual, and he crawled between the trees toward the meeting point with a growing eagerness. His green, black and gold scales made no noise as he moved, his reptilian claws silent as he crept closer and closer, and the flavors he detected became even stronger. The sword on his back was strapped tightly to his snake-like frame and didn’t impede his movement at all as he scurried through the underbrush, eschewing the bipedal motion so loved by the apes, in favor of the more natural and efficient movement of his species. His tongue flickered even quicker as he got closer. He tasted the forest, the damp leaves of the earth, the scents of growth and decay. But on top of that there was a tangy, feminine scent to the air and it was more than enough to excite him. 

He had expected this. Afterall, the mage had a reputation. But Sivess was surprised to find the scent so intense. Or so appealing. Soon he was close enough to hear, though sound was not one of his better senses. It wasn’t until he was almost on top of the small camp that he could discern the woman’s cries.

They were sharp and strident, desperate with longing and just a bit of pain, punctuating or perhaps accompanying the sound of leather striking bare flesh. Sivess was familiar enough with the slave trade to be familiar with the sound. He paused, cocking his reptilian head sideways. A pleading whisper of words, too faint to make out, swirled around him. Then came  another series of crackling snaps, eliciting more agonized wails. The lizardman couldn’t tell if she was in agony or ecstasy, and admitted to himself that it was probably both. He felt himself quivering, a feral need running through him as he approached, halting momentarily at the edge of the woods to peer into the clearing. The tableau in front of him was even better than the flavors he’d already sampled.

A horse stood grazing on the opposite side of the clearing. Plus the mage was there. Shapeless robes, a mishmash of leather armors beneath, and a short gray beard. Sivess knew that the mage was dangerous, but he also knew that the magic would be drawn, not from primordial forces like other wizards, but from the girl’s sexual energy. The lizardman’s peculiar and lipless mouth curled up in an almost human-like grin as Sivess turned his attention to the mage’s vessel. 

Sivess liked human girls. Almost every race liked human girls. They were passionate, fiery, phenomenal lovers. They were known to fuck just about anything that had a cock and you could even eat them afterward if they were cantankerous or troublesome. This one, at least to Sivess’ slitted eyes, was better than the rest. First, she was naked, wearing nothing but a slave’s collar around her throat, and leather manacles around wrist and ankle. Her hands were raised high, bound to some invisible point in the sky, while one foot touched the grassy forest floor with just her toes. The other leg had been hauled upward, secured to the same point as her wrists. Her sex was shaven clean, bare and perfect, the flushed petals glistening wetly as her hips rolled in wanton need. 

The mage swung the flogger at her body, slashing at the girl’s breasts. The leather strands of the flogger bit into her flesh, undoubtedly stinging as her teeth clenched and her eyes closed. Sivess waited, watching as her skin turned a soft, rose color. Then the mage changed his target, slicing back and forth across the underside of her upheld leg, starting at her raised heel and then all the way to her sweet little slit. The leather strands opened her sex, licking at the soft petals eagerly.

Sivess let out a tiny hiss as he realized his timing was perfect. She had not yet reached climax. He rose up onto two legs, adopting the slow and hazardous bipedal locomotion used by so many of the other races, and walked into the clearing, not even trying to be stealthy.

He wanted the mage to see him. 

The bound girl yelped at the sight of Sivess and the mage turned around, though slower than someone who had just been surprised should have. Sivess noticed, but then, the mage was expecting him. Wasn’t he? 

“Well, it’s about time,” Bob muttered with exasperation, lowering the whip. “You’re late, Sivess.” He tucked the flogger away into his robes, then put on a huge smile and held out his arms with a welcoming air.

“Come on over. Come closer to the fire. Warm up!” 

Sivess didn’t move. He stared over at the girl for a long moment, his tongue flickering in and out. He could taste her need, her arousal, even her longing. Then he looked back toward the mage.

“You were whipping the girl. Is ssshe being punissshed?” 

Bob shook his head. “Not really. Girls like Talli need to be properly disciplined from time to time. It helps them keep their perspective.”

Sivess looked at the girl for a long time.

“Wow,” Bob said, somewhat surprised. “Got a hard on for her?”

The lizardman nodded. “Ssshe is attractive.”

Bob laughed. “Everyone says that. Hell, let’s get business out of the way, then I’ll bring her down and you can fuck her brains out.” Bob paused. “Um... presuming you have a cock... somewhere.”

Sivess’ eyes narrowed and Bob held up his hands. “Not trying to be insulting. Just unfamiliar with your physiology.”

“Did you bring it?” Sivess hissed.

Bob’s eyes widened. “Oh. Straight to business huh? Okay.” He smiled. “Did I bring it? What’s the point of showing up for a business transaction without the goods, heh?” He nodded. “That would be like me asking you if you brought the money.” The mage eyed the lizardman, noting the lack of a purse, or even a belt pouch. The only thing Sivess had with him was a sword. Bob jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Of course I brought it. It’s in my bag.” 

“Give it to me,” Sivess demanded. 

Bob blinked. “Sure. Money.” 

Sivess shook his head. “The ssstone first.”

Bob sighed. “Okay, okay.” He went to his pack, reached in, and quickly pulled out a gem the size of his hand. It was already cut, flickering with light from the fire and the afternoon sunlight. He turned, only to find the lizardman holding the sword, the tip an inch away from the mage’s nose.

“Give it to me. Now.” 

Bob’s eyebrow went up and he gave Sivess a suspicious look. “I’m starting to get a bad vibe here, Sivess. I’m going to be forgiving and excuse your lack of decorum as your mother’s failure to teach you some manners. When buying something, you don’t point a sword at the person you’re buying something from.” He put his hands on his hips. The stone glimmered in one, but the left hand, the one not visible to the lizardman, twitched, the fingers moving in a complicated pattern. He started to side step, working his way around in a circle.

Sivess hissed, still threatening the mage with the sword. “I’m familiar with human customsss regarding transssactionsss. But thisss isn’t a purchassse. It’sss a robbery, followed by a murder, and then I think I’ll move to abduction.”

Bob frowned. “Oh. I see. And you think that attacking a powerful mage like myself is a smart idea?” 

Sivess laughed, a cruel, gravelly sound. “Powerful? You have no power. You are the sssex mage,” he replied. “You are a conduit only. You require your woman to achieve orgasssm so that you may siphon off her energy and only then can you cast spells.”

Bob blinked. “Wow, you really did your homework,” he said, sounding impressed. “Okay. You got me. I’m clearly at a serious disadvantage. Guess I’m going to die, and then you’re going to take Talli.” He wrinkled his nose at the thought. “The idea of you fucking her is... well... sort of repulsive,” he admitted. “I mean don’t get me wrong, she’ll fuck anything with a cock. Even a repulsive sack of excrement like yourself. But even if you have a dick, I’ll bet it’s really tiny.” Bob paused. “Though you certainly have balls,” he admitted with a touch of admiration.

Sivess took a step forward and Bob backpedaled, holding up the gem. “Wait! Wait! Wait! I just have a question first. Before you kill me.” Sivess hesitated. Bob raised a finger. “Who is your buyer?” He hefted the gem up and tossed it playfully in the air. “I’m just curious. Afterall, you’re about to kill me. I’m just wondering.”

Sivess’ eyelids blinked, but he shrugged. “The knowledge will do you no good. The gem iss for Bartholomew of Tarantella.”

Bob blinked in surprise, lowering the stone. “Barty? Are you serious?” He grinned. “Barty and I are old friends!” Then Bob frowned. “I don’t think Barty will like the idea of you killing me for this. Or breaking a contract. That sort of thing earns a reputation. Reputations are important. Barty might be a little put out.”

Sivess waved the tip of the sword around. “Ssstop wasting my time. Give me the jewel or I will kill you now!”

“As opposed to killing me later?” Bob asked insultingly with a roll of his eyes. “Just fucking stab me with the sword and take the gem, you idiot.” 

Sivess’ tongue flickered. “I will kill you and then take your woman and…”

Bob waved his hands impatiently. “Yes, yes, and then you’ll fuck my woman.” Bob’s eyes twinkled. “Hey Sivess, do you know the best part of having a nympho humiliation pain slut as a partner?”

Sivess blinked, with multiple eyelids, just a tad bit confused. “What?” He asked.

“She’ll masturbate given the smallest opportunity,” Bob said simply.

Just then Talli cried out. Sivess jerked his head over his shoulder. One of Talli’s hands was loose, the fingers buried in the dark pink slit between her legs. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, her head thrown back as she squirted fluids out and across the grass. Her toes were curled with orgasm and Sivess let out a shout, whirling back toward the mage. But it was too late. Bob pointed a finger straight at the lizard. A flash of blue light exploded in front of Sivess and it struck the sword. The lizardman felt power rush through him, straight into the ground. It was not a pleasant feeling and he stiffened with pain; excruciating, awful pain, only to fall over, twitching violently.

Sivess could see, and hear, but his tongue wouldn’t move, so he couldn’t taste or smell. His limbs didn’t seem to work either. He felt a rush of fear as Bob bent down, picked up Sivess’ fallen blade, and walked over to the lizard. The mage squatted down and patted Sivess on the snout. It was incredibly insulting to the lizardman, but there was nothing Sivess could do!

“Sivess,” he said ruefully. “I’ll be honest. I don’t particularly like you, but I was prepared to treat you in good faith. If you had just paid me for the darkstone, we would have both gone our separate ways, and maybe done good business in the end. You would have gotten a cut. Barty would have gotten his darkstone, and I’d have been repaid for my hard work in retrieving this beauty from those giants.” Bob shook his head. “Hell, I would have been more than happy to let you bang Talli. For free mind you. But, you had to get greedy. A cut wasn’t enough. You wanted all of it. The money, the stone, and my girl. And frankly, that’s an evil thing to want.” Bob lifted the blade and set the tip right against the lizard man’s throat. Sivess lay there, unable to move, eyes staring up at the mage, unblinking. 

“And honestly,” Bob hissed, his eyes narrowing angrily, “I don’t like being fucked with.”. Then he pushed. A moment later he tossed the crimson splattered sword aside and walked back over to where Talli hung by a wrist and a leg. She was smiling, looking incredibly pleased with herself, one hand still rubbing her clit, her soaked fingers slipping through her hot and pretty folds. 

“Feel good?” Bob asked, admiring her outstretched body. She was barely in her mid-twenties and had the most amazing curves he’d ever seen. Her skin was flawless, except for the slight flush where he’d been hitting her with the flogger. Both of her nipples were pierced, as were both ears and she sported several toe and finger rings. Of course, she was still bound, one leg raised high in the air, showing off her best parts.

“Oh gods yes,” Talli breathed. “The whipping did it. Right to the edge. Are you okay?”

Bob chuckled. “Not a scratch,” he assured her.

“What about the lizardman?” Talli asked, her fingers still moving. “Is he still available to fuck me?” She asked a little hopefully. “Cause I could really use a good fuck and since you still refuse….” Bob reached up and pulled her hand away from her sex, only to slide two of his own fingers into her slit. She groaned, eyes closing, trembling as he caressed her. 

“I’m afraid he is no longer able to perform those services,” Bob said, somewhat apologetically. “He didn’t even bring the money,” Bob complained. “Sivess was a snake.” Then he paused, thoughtful. “Well, not actually a snake, you know, because he had legs. Four of them. Though I’m not sure about that, because he clearly used two of his legs as arms. But still, he was a snake.”

Talli groaned again, her pussy tightening on Bob’s fingers. She was clearly heading straight for another orgasm. “So… what… does… a… slave girl… have… to… do… to cum… around… here?” She panted, thrusting her hips, toes curling. Bob loved the fact that she was multiorgasmic, though it did present some challenges.

“You just did cum,” Bob replied, his thumb sweeping up to rub at her clit. “And frankly, I’m surprised you’re not satisfied. I worked you over pretty good.” He lifted his other hand carefully to stroke her breast. “At least there aren’t any marks this time.”

Talli looked right into his eyes. “I don’t mind marks,” she whispered. “I like the marks.” Her hips rolled, pumping against his fingers and she tried to move closer to him, despite still being bound. “Make love to me, Bob? Please?” She closed her eyes and bit her lip, groaning.

Bob pulled his hand away, leaving her frustrated, but at the same time, he released her left leg, letting it drop so that she was only held in place with one hand. 

“Well, if you won’t do that, at least whip me again?” She begged. “You can tie my legs open. I like that. And you can use that tiny leather paddle.” Her loose fingers went right to her slit and began rubbing vigorously. Bob walked over to his pack, a small brown bag with straps. He flipped the top open, reached in, and pulled out two thin brass rods, a handspan long. Both rods had tiny metal clips soldered to each end. Bob brought them both back over to Talli, took her free wrist, and hooked the cuff on her left hand to the rod.

She frowned at him. “You could at least let me get all worked up again,” she said in disappointment. “Before you tied me up.” 

“And leave you desperate and wanting?” He asked as he started to attach the first rod to her left nipple. “That’s sort of the point,” he said with a grin. She frowned and shook her hand. The binding would allow some freedom of movement. For example, she’d be able to eat and drink. But Talli knew that what the rods would really do is keep her from touching herself. She let out a frustrated sigh as he released her right hand and did the same thing to it. She turned to face him, just a little irritable. 

“I don’t mind desperate and wanting,” she said. “Just as long as I eventually get satisfaction. This forest is safe enough,” she insisted.

Bob blinked. “I was just attacked by a lizard man, who tried to kill me.”

Talli snorted, trying not to gesture, unsuccessfully, which tugged on her breasts just enough to send another little surge of stimulation down to her sex. It wasn’t enough to push her even close to the edge, much less over it, but it made her arousal and unsatisfied needs just that much more difficult to bear. “You invited him to meet us here.” She let out a disappointed breath. “Okay, what next?” She asked.

Bob pointed at the fire. “Supper. Then a good night’s rest. Tomorrow we hit the road.”

“Where are we headed?”

“Tarantella,” Bob replied, heading back over to the fire.

Talli pursed her lips as she followed. “Have I been there?”

Bob shrugged as he opened his pack. “Not with me.” 

Talli hesitated. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t go before you.” The words of her statement had a sort of sadness to them, an ambiguous longing that was hard to identify.

“Then that means you haven’t been there,” Bob said quickly, frowning.

“How long will it take to get there?” She asked.

Bob looked up at the naked girl, then to the side of the clearing. “One horse?” He shrugged. “Five or six days.”

Talli frowned at that, then walked across the clearing to where their one horse was tied to a tree, loose enough to forage a bit. She stroked it with one bound hand, feeling the tug on her nipple. “Why haven’t you bought another horse?” She said ruefully, looking back at the mage. “You’re wearing out your boots.”

Bob had set a cold ham out, along with a loaf of bread, some cheese, and a jar of honey. “Woman! Seriously? My boots? Are you done?” He demanded. “Just as a reminder, you are not my wife.” 

She shrugged, coming back to the fire. “Might as well be,” she said sullenly. “Of course, you never fuck me.” It came out petulantly, with an undertone of real hurt. Her eyes narrowed. “Even when I ask.”

Bob bit his lip and kicked at his worn out footwear. “It’s not you. I have reasons. It’s complicated.” He set out everything and she sat down. It was a very erotic and sensual movement. She didn’t just plop down. She sank to the ground, folding her legs and then leaning back against the log behind her. 

She gave him an exasperated look, her left knee swinging back and forth. “You did it before. The first time. Right after we met. Why was it okay then, but not okay now?”

Bob sighed and closed his eyes. There were some secrets he couldn’t share, no matter how much he liked her. “Please Talli? Just… leave it alone. Please?”

Her eyes met his and she looked disappointed, but the utter adoration underneath made Bob squirm. Then she smiled. “Tarantella. Is it in the Midlands?”

Bob’s eyes followed the movement of her leg. Every damn time her knee swung outward, he caught a glimpse of her very wet slit. He frowned. It was intensely distracting. “Yes…” he replied carefully. “Why?”

Talli grinned and lifted her hands, which had the effect of pulling her nipples upward. She made this cute little gesture. “If Tarantella is in the Midlands, they’ll have a punishment square.” Her tone was excited and more than a little anticipatory. She caught the look on his face and gave him a pouty frown. “Bob, you promised! The next time we went somewhere with a punishment square…”

Bob looked astonished. “I did not!” He declared, holding up the butter knife and shaking it at her. “I said I’d think about it.” He shook his head and glared at her. “You know, normal slave girls don’t dream about spending a couple of hours at the Punishment Square getting publicly flogged and fucked in every hole.”

Talli shrugged and leaned back again. “As you keep reminding me, I’m not a slave girl. And most of them can’t cum repeatedly while being whipped,” she retorted. Bob ignored her. Talli muttered something inaudible. Then she looked up. “Can I wear the princess outfit when we go into town?” She asked as Bob held out a slab of buttered bread and honey. She leaned forward, took the bread in one hand, and brought it up to her mouth. Her eyes closed with pleasure as she took a bite and hummed, not bothering to dignify Bob’s look of shock.

“The princess outfit?” Bob asked. “Are you crazy? That’s the most revealing outfit you have! You might as well walk in naked.” 

I know,” she said simply. But then her eyes went soft. “It’s just, I like the way people look at me when I’m wearing it.” She pressed her lips together. “It makes me feel special. Besides, I’ll have a line a mile long waiting for me at the Punishment Square,” she explained.

Bob looked up at her. “That’s why you want the costume? So you can attract more people to torture you?”

“What’s one girl’s torture is another girl’s orgasm,” she retorted.

He rolled his eyes. “Who told you that?”

She shrugged. “Florentino. Obviously,” she laughed.

Bob gave her a disgusted look. “You have spent way too much time around him.”

She pouted. “We haven’t seen him in months,” she groused.

Bob snorted. “You just miss the sex.”

Talli grinned, her cheeks turning a touch crimson. “At least he’s willing,” she retorted.

The mage ignored the barb and shook his head. “If you wear the princess outfit, you have to wear all of it.” 

She nodded eagerly. “I know. Right up to the punishment square.” She gave him.an eager wink.

He clapped a hand to his forehead. “Dear Gods,” he muttered. “You want it all, don’t you?”

She laughed and ate another bite. “I want another orgasm,” she said wickedly. 

Bob blinked, then he went to his bag and started pulling things out. Talli watched as he set a jar of dark green crystals on the ground, a huge bag of salt, then hauled a bowl bigger than the pack out of the leather top. 

“Bath salts? Am I getting a wash?” She asked curiously. 

Bob grinned. “Chromium sulfate,” he replied with a shake of his head. “I’m taking care of multiple problems. Finish dinner. Afterward, you can have that orgasm.” He grinned. “Two of them in fact.”

Talli blinked, then her face brightened. “I can?”

"With a toy," he specified. She looked at him in disappointment but then nodded. “This wood is safe enough. I have a spell I’ll need to cast. An aging spell.”

“Aging?” Talli asked in confusion. “What age do you need to be?”

Bob laughed. “You want to cum,” he declared, walking away from the campfire. “And as you pointed out…” he said dramatically as he pulled out his knife. “Need new boots.”



*** 



It was almost a full week later when Bob pulled the horse off the track, leading her into the woods enough to get them clear of the well-trodden path. He was favoring his right foot, the results of an unexpected blister, and while it was somewhat healed, Talli had been trying to be a little easier on the mage, especially since he had insisted on walking, letting her ride. She shifted on the saddle with a soft moan and looked down at him.

“I’m guessing we are getting close?” Talli asked, just a tad distracted by the overly large phallus mounted to the center of the saddle and on which she was fully impaled.

Bob laughed. “What clued you in?”

Talli shrugged. “Lots of people on the road. Tarantella must be a pretty big town. Plus you don’t feel particularly threatened. You’re barely paying attention to folks, even when they’re staring at me.” She glared down at him. “I should warn you that I’m wet, but not anywhere close to cumming. So if you think you need to do some magic, you either need to fuck me right now, or take me to the Punishment Square.”

The mage shook his head and sighed, ignoring her taunt. “Tarantella is bigger than any of the towns you’ve ever been to,” he admitted, opening the pack and rummaging through the bag. “And this close to the city garrison, I doubt there will be any bandits.” He pulled out an entire saddle which couldn’t have possibly fit into the bag, then drew out a bundle of silk, followed by a very odd looking pair of shoes. They were sandals, of a sort, with a single spindly stalk for a heel. The arch was very narrow. .

“I’m walking from here?” She asked ruefully, eyeing the high heels.

Bob smiled. “You’re the one who wanted to be dressed like a princess.” 

Talli licked her lips. “I did,” she said firmly. She took a deep breath. “You’ll need to help me down,” she added. 

Bob came up to the side of the horse and made a complicated gesture with his fingers. Talli’s hands, which had been held just above her waist, suddenly moved and she sighed in relief, stretching. 

“You know, I wouldn’t keep your hands bound all the time if you would just stop touching yourself," he admonished. 

Talli looked down at him, then leaned over, eyes narrowing. “I’m desperate to cum,” she said slowly, with just a touch of irritable anger.

Bob grinned and in the exact same tone held out his hand and said, “I know.”

Talli let out a laugh and allowed the mage to help her down. As she rose up from the saddle, there was a sort of squelching, sucking noise and the massively thick, seven inch long phallus embedded in the center of the seat was exposed. 

“Damn,” Bob said for the umpteenth time as Talli swung her other leg over the back of the horse. “That thing is huge.”

Talli hopped down. “The size is great,” she agreed. “But the reason I keep bugging you for another horse is that walking isn’t anywhere near as much fun as a trot or a cantor. When you walk, the horse walks. You need a horse too."

“Imagine what would happen if we galloped,” Bob agreed with a laugh. He pointed to the silk bundle. “Get changed while I switch out the saddles.”

Talli nodded. She was wearing her leathers, which admittedly did nothing to hide her charms. The leather boots came up mid-thigh, while the corset and jacket covered everything above the waist but her luscious breasts. She wasn't wearing pants or a skirt, leaving her bottom, loins and shaved little slit deliciously exposed. It made for awkward stares, especially when traveling, as those they passed looked on in wild-eyed arousal. 

She resisted the urge to masturbate as Bob fiddled with the saddle and instead began removing her clothing. “So, we’re going to see your old friend?”

Bob nodded and loosened the cinch, then began unbuckling the strap. “Yes. Bartholomew. Barty for short. He’s fat, lazy, and wastes his time making love potions for the rich, but he’s one of the most powerful mages I know.”

She stripped off her jacket and started loosening the corset. “More powerful than you?” She asked incredulously.

Bob snorted. “Are you kidding? I’m like the least most powerful mage in existence.”

At that, Talli had to blink. “What?” She protested. “You can’t be serious. I’ve seen you do incredible things.” She actually seemed angry. Defensive even.

The mage shrugged as he pulled the saddle off the horse. “There’s a difference between powerful and talented,” he replied. “I’m way more talented than Barty.” He tossed the saddle with the phallus down near his bag. “I just have very little power to do anything with.” 

Talli blinked, then nodded with understanding. “Unless you have me.”

Bob looked at her and grinned. “Unless I have you.”

She stood up, completely naked except for the black cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and the collar around her throat. “Do you think I’ll get to cum this afternoon?” She asked plaintively, picking up the silk bundle. 

He grabbed the second saddle and threw it over the horse’s back, then shrugged. “Considering most of the time when I need you to cum involves mortal danger, you’ll forgive my lack of enthusiasm for satisfying your sexual needs.”

Talli snorted and gestured to her piercings. “If I recall, you put an Earring of Masochism…” 

Bob grinned. “Not that you needed it,” he amended.

“Not that I needed it,” she agreed. “An Earring of Sensuality…”

“You quiver and dance beautifully,” he added.

Talli stomped her bare foot on the leaves. “Are you going to interrupt me constantly?” She demanded.

Bob pulled the cinch tight, waited for the horse to take a breath, and then tightened it again. “Probably,” he teased.

“Piercings of Sensitivity through my nipples…” she went on.

“Don’t forget the one Gwendolyn put through your clit,” he said, interrupting.

She grabbed the silk bundle and started to open it. “And on my clit,” she affirmed. “Plus two toe rings of Arousal. Is it any wonder I’m constantly horny?”

“No,” Bob said amiably, turning to look at her. “And I work hard to deliberately keep you that way.” He spread his hands. “Since I’m so powerless, I need you to be ready to cum at the drop of a hat, so I can do my thing.”

Talli shook out a gauzy piece of fabric. It looked like a shirt, but the material was so diaphanous that she could see Bob through both the front and back together. She slipped it on over her head. It settled down just beneath her throat. There wasn’t much of a collar, but that didn’t matter since the whole point of a daring cleavage was to tantalize and tease. Anyone looking at Talli wouldn’t need that taunt. They’d be able to see every inch of her curves, the dark pink of her nipples, and even the gold hoop piercings at the tips of her breasts. 

“You look amazing,” Bob said quietly, admiring her beauty. She grinned at him, then slipped her bare feet into the pants. If you could call them pants. Made of the same material, the gauze leggings covered the outside of her legs all the way to a belt of large brass circles that hung so low that her pierced clit was almost touching one hoop. The disturbing bit was that the leggings weren’t cut to cover her sex. In fact, the material parted right between her legs, leaving her glistening slit completely and dramatically in view. 

Talli twirled and if her nudity was disturbing to her, she didn’t show it. Bob licked his lips, adjusted the bulge in his pants, and went back to his bag. He pulled out an ornate steel bar with brass fittings. It was ridiculously thin, but very sturdy, and three metal clips provided attachment points for four light and thin brass chains. Two of the chains were short, ending in very ornate looking circle clamps, while the two long ones were merely capped in clips.

Talli picked up the first high heeled sandal. “I hate these things,” she sighed, slipping her foot into the shoe.

Bob laughed. “You love them,” he retorted. 

She looked up at him. “Have you tried wearing them?” She asked. 

He pointed at his new green, black, and gold boots. “I’m a size ten,” he replied. “You’re a size five.”

She tied the straps and set her foot down on the ground. Instantly she gritted her teeth, twitching. “Fuck, that takes getting used to!” 

Indeed, the soft and wet tongue, or possibly tentacle, she wasn’t sure which, licked at the arch of her foot, swirling in delicate circles. It was a maddening sensation that rested on the borderline between a sensual foot massage and a hysterical tickling. She lifted her shoe up off the ground and the second the heel wasn’t touching the dirt, the licking stopped. 

“Ick,” she muttered.

Bob chuckled. “Cost of doing business, dearheart.” 

“I know,” she replied. “But it’s not like you use the fetters that much anymore,” she said simply, shaking her wrists.

Bob shrugged. “Still, I do occasionally. And I have to pay the bill.”

“You mean I pay the bill,” she muttered. She put her foot back down, closing her eyes, clearly feeling the sensation again and then slipped her toes into the other sandal. A moment later she stood in front of the mage, hands held apart, a vision of aphroditic beauty. 

“Damn, you really are gorgeous,” Bob said, lifting the steel bar. Talli turned around, her feet shifting, and she held up her hands. Bob set the center of the bar at the back of her neck, clipping it to the back of her collar. Then he did the same to her wrists, securing them to the ends of the bar. Talli turned back around to face him, with the narrow brass chains dangling from the same anchor points as her wrists.

“Ready?” Bob asked.

She grinned, clearly excited. “Absolutely,” she said with total assurance. She took a deep breath and then arched her back, pressing her breasts forward. Bob lifted up the front of her gauze, see-through shirt at the same time he snagged one of the clamps. He positioned the ornate metal circle over her left nipple and began tightening the screws. Talli let out a soft moan as he adjusted the tightness.

“Is that sufficient?” He asked. 

She looked up at him, just a tad bit breathless. “You can… you can make it a bit tighter,” she whispered hungrily. Bob made a few more twists on the screws and when she winced he stopped. 

“Yes,” she mewled. “Oh gods… yes.” A spasm rippled through her.

“Now the other clamp,” he said warningly.

She nodded as he brought it up to her other breast. As soon as the metal touched her nipple she gasped, eyes widening and darting around.

“Is anyone watching?” She blurted out, almost in a panic. Bob ignored her and tightened the screws down. “Are we alone?” She asked. Then her cheeks went flaming red. “Please? Don’t look at me?” 

Bob felt a momentary flutter of discomfort as the enchantments worked their wiles on Talli. One clamp sent magic trickling down to her pussy, a constant sensory stimulation that would cause her clitoris to swell and tingle, doubling her sexual appetites, while the other clamp caused a heightened sense of humiliation. For the mage, it meant an easier time keeping Talli right on edge, but part of Bob felt bad about what he was forcing her to endure. 

And part of him loved it.

There was a second set of chains that dangled from her wrists, much longer than the ones he had just attached to her nipples. These he pulled down to her exposed slit. Her clit was pierced, forced out from under the hood by a thick gold hoop. Here he clipped the ends of both chains, which tugged on her sex. Like the clamps, the metal clips were enchanted as well, sending little shocks of pleasure into her pussy. Plus, were she to twist her arms too much, the chains would pull taut, tugging on her clit. 

Bob stepped back and admired his handiwork before pulling out the leash. This he clipped to her collar. Talli was already quivering, her petals wet and glistening as she squirmed in both embarrassment and intense arousal. He finished her outfit off with a tiara, artfully placed in her hair, cheap but pretty rhinestones flickering in the afternoon sunlight, which he pulled out of his leather pack. He took a moment to put her saddle away and put his own on the horse, and then when he was ready, gave her rump a light smack.

“Okay, back out onto the road,” he said brightly.. He snagged the reins of the horse, and tossed his pack across the saddle horn.

She threw a desperate look at him. “Please? Please don’t make me!” She didn’t resist physically, but she grew even more desolate, whimpering as he walked beside her. Bob ignored her protests and a moment later they emerged back out onto the roadway. 

And they weren’t alone. 

Talli went white, then bright red as a merchant caravan started to rumble past. A few startled looks from some of the caravan guards turned to open leers and even a few cat calls. Talli looked down, shuddering with humiliation.

“Oh gods,” she whimpered, turning toward the mage. “I’m so close! Please? I need to cum? Please?” Only Bob could hear her, and he reached over, patting her buttock right through the gauze. They stood there, watching the wagons roll past, Talli clearly the best scenery the traders had seen in a while. She huddled next to Bob, unable to touch herself, or hide, and the resulting conflagration of need and embarrassment left her on the very edge of sexual climax.

Which was right where Bob wanted her.

“Come on,” Bob said, tugging her out into the roadway behind the last cart. A couple of the trailing guards literally spun, walking backward to watch as she got into place. Bob walked next to her, rather than riding, and for the next thirty minutes Talli suffered horribly, her thighs wet as her juices practically poured out of her cunt. But she didn’t orgasm. They had to halt as the town guardsman checked the wagon caravan, but then it was Bob’s turn and the gate captain eyed Talli with a huge smile.

“Bob. I’m here to see Bartholomew the Mage.”

The gate captain nodded. “And the girl?”

“Talli,” Bob said simply.

There was a long pause, as if the captain was expecting additional information, but when Bob didn’t add anything, he finally shrugged. “I don’t suppose you’re taking her to the punishment square at some point?” He grinned. “I’d be more than willing to pay a bit to have the opportunity to whip that little strumpet. And maybe have a taste?.”

Talli’s head popped up and for the first time a hopeful look appeared on her face. But Bob shook his head. “Not today,” he replied. “Maybe some other time.”

The gate captain sighed in disappointment. “Too bad. She looks naughty. Especially in bed.”

Bob grinned. “You have no idea,” he said wryly. 

They moved through the checkpoint and Talli got even more looks. Bob continued forward, leading both the girl and the horse. He headed toward a nearby stable, purchased a stall for the steed, and then with his pack slung over one shoulder, he pulled Talli along behind him. Every step she took was laced with tension, and not just because the bottoms of her feet were being constantly licked by the strange abyssal tongues lapping at her arches. Her elbows waved constantly as her body involuntarily attempted to shield itself from the hungry, animalistic stares as she was paraded through the streets. Her nipples throbbed, not just as conduits for the enchantments affecting her disposition, but as points of stimulation in and of themselves. She longed to be thrown to the ground and ravished, or better yet, strung up and tied with her legs spread wide open, her tender bits paddled and whipped before or even while she was thoroughly screwed.

Bob turned down one of the richer avenues where the scents of the town weren’t quite as obnoxious. The roadway was paved and the houses and businesses weren’t made of just wood, but had significant amounts of stonework. The mage threaded his way down the road, pulling Talli out of the way of carts, but allowing the girl’s beauty and bondage to part the masses naturally. 

“Is she for sale?” One well-dressed man asked politely.

Bob smiled politely. “Not at the current time,” he said. “But I’ll let you know if she comes on the market.

The man smiled, eyes still ogling her. “I’d pay well,” he advised. “Very well.”

“I’m sure you would,” Bob agreed. “But I’m not quite done with her.”

And it wasn’t just human males who eyed Talli’s body. A pair of orcs, eyes dark and weapons sharp, looked at her with decidedly uncomfortable interest. A group of dwarves, their red caps dyed crimson, walked by, deep in conversation, suddenly stopped talking, every eye and wagging beard focused on the quivering girl, who was just two steps away from an uncontrollable, yet unreachable orgasm. Three gnomes, who are usually oblivious to their surroundings, stopped for a moment to look at her in envy, only to suddenly push their heads together, whispering. Even a lizard man stopped in shock as he spotted Bob and his girl, his tongue flickering fast, only to whirl and hurry away.

“Are we going to pass the punishment square?” Talli whimpered a moment later.

Bob shook his head. “Not today. I told you that.”

She pressed her lips together. “Please? I need to be whipped,” she moaned.

“Undoubtedly, but after I meet with Barty.” He stopped in front of one ornate gate, turned, and pressed the bell. “Here we are.”

Castle Haggard and the Lich King: A Bob the Mage Story

Castle Haggard and the Lich King: A Bob the Mage Story is a funny, RPG adventure with medium elements of BDSM interwoven into a classic, dungeons and dragons style tale. Sit back, roll the dice, and come along on an epic campaign that’s more than a little perverted, definitely naughty, and full of laughs, gasps, and more than a few happy endings!

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