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Balkar
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Balkar
Copyright 1992, Darren Bloomquist and Michael Raleigh
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"Pathetic," a familiar voice scolded from the darkness.
His pain gone, Balkar opened his eyes to find himself
looking into the almond eyes of the elfwoman from his
dream. She was as beautiful as he remembered, the
white gown flowing simply from her shoulders. The
emerald clasp holding it at her throat sparkled like her
eyes. An evil look of scorn marred her features, and he
felt endangered as it was matched by the tone of her
voice.
Looking about, wavering as he drew himself onto
unsteady feet, Balkar found he was no longer in his
tower, but somewhere else. It was a cage without exact
form or substance, but somehow distinct in its
boundaries. There was no light, yet he could still see.
The cage was the size of a respectable room, and
contained only a chest-of-drawers. Outside the cage was
only emptiness, and there was no visible way out.
"What is this place?" Balkar challenged. The woman
looked casually at their surroundings and smiled back
maliciously.
"Whatever I wish it to be, my dearest," she answered
lightly, the endearment making his blood curdle in his
veins. "We are in my world now. I couldn't wait for
you to go back to sleep before you came here, so I
forced the issue."
"Why have you brought me here?" he demanded, not
liking the way she had seized him so suddenly and
against his will.
In answer, the woman merely smiled and walked to him.
She pressed her slim body against his as she kissed him
long and sensuously. As he reached his arms to embrace
her, she withdrew from his reach and nodded to the
ceiling and then to the floor. Before Balkar could react,
a pair of chains snaked out of the surrounding darkness
from above and below and clapped themselves securely
around his wrists and ankles. Balkar howled in pain as
the chains pulled tight, jerking him into a helpless
spread-eagle position before the woman. The cold metal
bit into his flesh as the chains stretched and lift, pulling
his toes an inch off the floor. He opened his mouth to
scream in protest, but no words came, only an anguished
cry.
"I brought you here, love, because we need to come to
an understanding," the woman informed him, taking an
unseemly pleasure in his discomfort. "You've been a
very naughty boy, and quite a disappointment. I
expected better of you."
Balkar strained in his bonds, and then threw his head
back and screamed as his efforts were reward by a
increase in the tautness. They seemed to be living
things, responding to the slightest vexation.
"Oh, I've taken the liberty of stealing your voice," the
elf-woman informed him over her shoulder as she
crossed to the chest of drawers, "but I decided to leave
you with the ability to cry out. It amuses me." She took
out a spiked leather collar, much like the ones the Dark
Lord's hounds wore, and a curious contraption of leather
straps and buckles. A knowing look of expectation
crossed her face as she closed the drawer behind her.
She tucked the smaller device under one of the wide
silver bracelets she wore and spread the collar with her
hands. Balkar choked miserably as his dream-lover, now
a nightmare, encircled his neck with the wide leather
band. She stood on tiptoe to buckle it, pressing herself
close as she tightened it to an almost uncomfortably snug
fit.
"I usually have to wait for some time before I can use
one of these collars," she informed him. "Until I can
break my dear one's will, the collar won't fit or slips off.
But you've been almost too easy for me to posses when
I have need of you. Your will is far too eager to be
squashed. You're nothing like your old master." She
stepped back to look at the wizard as he hung in the
chains, collared like an animal and dangling off the floor,
ready for slaughter. "Entirely too easy," she sneered.
"Very disappointing."
She pulled the other leather device from under her
bracelet with a flourish and made a spiral gesture in his
direction. His robe melted from his body, oozing down
and off of him like some hideously glutted mass of
pudding. It was swallowed up by the darkness beneath
his feet. He hung helplessly naked and exposed.
The woman playfully ran a fingertip from one of the
metal spikes on the collar down the midline of his chest.
Pausing for a moment to trace his navel, she followed the
line of red-gold hair on down and laid hold of his
manhood. She stroked it briefly, and then bored, she
squeezed and pulled until she wrenched a strangled
scream from the wizard. Satisfied, she began to buckle
the restraint into place.
The first of the five loops went around all of his
externals, the buckle digging into his perineum when she
released his stones. She had pulled it tight and he
squirmed against the constriction.
"You've been very naughty," she informed him as she
began to idly work his shaft back and forth, bring him
erect alarmingly fast. She looped the second strap
around the base and buckled it, cinching it even tighter
than the first, bringing a moan of discomfort from her
prisoner. "First you plan to enjoy that little red-head
later when the cat's away instead of saving yourself for
me, and then you rebel against my designs for your
future. I already own you. You sold yourself the day
you opened my book and sought my help." Balkar
squirmed again as she buckled the third strap a bit
further down the length. "I didn't like that, you know,"
she continued, not bothering to look as she tightened the
fourth strap, obviously enjoying her work. "I don't like
sharing my toys and I don't like when little boys don't do
as they're told. This should remedy that very nicely.
wouldn't you agree, love?" The fourth strap was tighter
still and he was beginning to swell and discolor.
"That's right, I knew you'd see things my way," she
commented, manipulating the last strap into place.
"You'll find that things are ever so much nicer when you
cooperate and do as I desire. There now." She pulled
the last strap tight, watching with sadistic pleasure as the
plum shaped head bulged and discolored below it.
Balkar squealed again, writhing in misery at the ever-
increasing pressure.
"Oh stop it!" she snapped. "You squeak like a mouse.
These will hold you until I amass the energy to spend on
you. The restraint around your masculinity will keep
you from roaming. If you doubt me and decide to test it,
you will become the laughingstock of the castle. The
guards will joke about you playing with your wand too
much and breaking it. The slave girls will giggle behind
their hands that even the little red-head couldn't interest
your body. But the little one you are so interested in is
not without potential. We shall enjoy her together
sometime soon. The collar will keep you from talking
about things little boys shouldn't. Since you are useless
without a voice, the collar will merely make you think
twice about speaking up. To demonstrate..."
The wizard gurgled helplessly as the leather around his
throat constricted until he choked and then eased off.
The other restraint did likewise, and he wailed with
renewed distress until it too relented and return to its
former level of discomfort. Balkar watched, regaining
his breath, as the elf-woman pulled open the second
drawer of the chest and drew out an ebony box. She
turned and opened the silver catches so that he could see
the contents: a piece of ivory carved into a phallus. She
shook her head one last time in disappointment.
"Pathetic," she sneered. "I had such high hopes. I
thought maybe you could break the ennui. I had heard
you were the best, but I guess you're only a child after
all, and not a real man. But then I suspected that all
along." She set the box aside and came back to him,
carrying the ivory. It was about nine inches long,
thicker than what might be considered normal for a
human male and carved runes stood out in stark relief on
it. He recognized a few of them: glyphs for calling and
binding demonic forces, even one for imprisoning a
demon within an object.
"Like it?" she asked, rubbing the head lewdly against his
chest. "It's carved from the tusk of a perfectly splendid
demon with whom I once had several deals. he too paid
the penalty for failing me. Perhaps I'll tell you what I
did with the rest of him some time. I think you'll find it
most...enlightening." She poked it wantonly into his
navel and then stroked his face, ignoring the scratches
the sharp edges of the runes were leaving. Balkar broke
into a cold sweat, which only amused his lovely
tormentor more, and she stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
Balkar moaned when she released his lips, and
discovered that his voice had been returned. "What are
you going to do with me?" he breathed, shuddering as
the cold ivory slipped under his left armpit and across his
chest.
"Oh, many, many things, my love," she answered, her
eyes gleaming with excitement. "First of all, I am going
to teach you a little lesson in obedience. When I make
plans, I expect them to be carried through, not spattered
all over the floor, boy."
Her voice was hard now, but the wicked gleam remained
in her eye as she stroked his body with the phallus. The
sharp edges of relief-carved runes left definite marks
over his back and chest as she circled him. "That's what
you are, isn't it, Balkar?" she asked, her voice seeming
to lighten. "A boy who wants to be a man, but is afraid
.. You have settled for living your pitiful little life in
another's shadow. You hide behind your sorceries and
let opportunity pass by you. You serve your emperor
instead of making yourself emperor and letting others
serve you. Had you been strong enough to do that, even
I would have served."
"But," Balkar began meekly, the warning tingle of
numbness in his hands, "the Dark Lord is too well-
protected and far too suspicious. His twin is too
powerful. I can't defeat them alone. They will destroy
me if I try!"
"You aren't alone anymore, love. Since you let me into
your life, you have never been alone. I am more
constant than I was in life, and more perceptive. You
cannot lie. I know your mind as well as you do, and we
both know you have missed many opportunities to take
the throne. You have really disappointed me and now
I'm going to teach you the price of doing that." She
brushed his cheek with the phallus as she stood behind
him. "Lick it," she ordered coldly. "Get it very wet."
Balkar looked down at the carved ivory and turned away
in disgust. "No," he whispered. "Please, no." The
collar tightened around his throat and twisted his head
back around so that the head rested on his lips.
"No?" she asked. "I warned you about telling me things
I don't want to hear, didn't I?"
"Yes!" Balkar rasped against the collar that was
strangling him.
"Good. Now lick it," she answered, pressing it closer to
his lips.
Helplessly, the wizard opened his mouth and she slid the
phallus in. The tightening stopped and she moved it
gently back and forth for him. A tear of humiliation
slipped down his cheek as he ran his tongue over the
whole surface. Another followed. His mouth aching
from the unaccustomed exertion, he breathed a sigh of
relief when she removed it.
"Tears?" she admonished, loathing plain in her voice.
"No, love, you waste them on something so trivial. Far
better to save them for something worthwhile. Like
this!" The collar loosened to its original size and Balkar
squirmed in horror as she brought the phallus up behind
him and pressed the head against his anal ring. A
scream escaped him as she pushed it in to his body, the
cold never dissipating. He squirmed even more as she
worked it farther. It fit tightly, stretching him
uncomfortably. The carved embellishments scraped
against the thin skin, and he knew he had been torn in a
place or two. His captor was relentless and continued
until the shaft was sunk nearly all the way to the end.
Whimpering with suppressed sobs, Balkar arched his
back and tried to escape the pressure. Behind him, he
heard a muttered chant and then she let go and returned
to face him.
Leaving the wizard to his discomfort as the ivory now
began to move as if it were the genuine appendage, the
woman trailed her hand from his quivering buttocks to
his chest and then up to the hair on his head. She
stroked and twirled the soft coppery strands as he
continued to squirm. Learning, to his horror, that he
could not force the invader out, he submitted to the
torment and hung limp n the chains to endure the lesson
in obedience.
"You will get used to this, love," she informed him,
cradling his face between her hands. "You may even
discover that you enjoy it, given time. And we are going
to be spending so much time together."
Balkar only moaned pitifully, and gasped as the phallus
thrust hard as if to emphasize their mistress' promise.
"Please," he whispered. "Please take it out."
"Not until you've learned your lesson, sweet. Not until
you prove to me that you're a man. Impress me, and we
might discuss it. Fail me and this is only the beginning.
I'll send you back now. This time, you can scheme
something up without my assistance, only my
encouragement and occasional reminder." The phallus
thrust hard again, emphasizing the nature of her
"reminders."
"Please," he begged miserably, "please don't do this to
me."
"Do this to you?" she asked with mock innocence. "Oh
no, love. This you did to yourself." She looked him
over critically, like a finished work of art. Kissing him
again, she said, "It's a good thing you're cute, love. I
wouldn't be nearly so tolerant if you weren't. Now
leave me," she added, stepping back, "and fill my
expectations of you. Or else!"
Balkar fell on his face at her feet as the chains holding
him suddenly melted off. "Until you dream again,
Balkar," she promised, blowing him a kiss as the cage
melted away into the void. Regaining consciousness,
Balkar exchanged the pain and humiliation of one world
for the throbbing headache of another.
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