When the nineteen year old master thief Leela is called on by the King of Thieves to steal the treasure at the top of the Necromancers Tower, she knows it's going to be a late night. But after her ingenious plan to break into the Necromancers Tower by playing dead goes horribly wrong, she's about to discover that the hard part isn't getting in. It's getting out!
Warning! This story contains 5,655 words including f/m sex, domination, bondage, and mind control, and is for adults only!
Excerpt from Slave of the Necromancer:Groland shrugged, "I fear, my sweet Leela, that you will have little choice in the matter."
"You see, these chains," he ran a finger over the black iron that chains that bound her limbs, "Are magical. Chains of Truth the unimaginative fellows downstairs named them."
Leela wondered if he was mad. Perhaps he had spent too long in this tower.
"Ah, I see a demonstration is in order. Tell me, did you enjoy that thing I did with your underarms?"
"Go fuck yourself," Leela said. Then she said, "Yes, it was amazing. I knew a girl once who could bring a lady to orgasm right through her skirts. She wasn't half as good as you." Leela frowned. She hadn't meant to answer his question. Certainly not so completely.
"You see, they are not merely chains of truth, but also of loquaciousness. Do you want my cock?"
Leela felt dizzy. If he wanted, he could learn every secret she knew. "Yes. I want it to fill me. I want your cum in my cunt and I want to lick it up with my mouth. Then I want your cock to fill me again and again until I can't even remember my name." Where had that come from?
Groland smiled, "Quite a kinky creature I see. Well I am not a cruel man. Since you asked so politely."
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Published June 18, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.