The imp took Melancthe all the way to the door of the experiment room, and then knocked solemnly.
“Right, that’s it for me! See you later! Good luck with Jhexxys!”
So saying, it took off cheerfully down the corridor, whistling a little tune.
Melancthe steeled herself and ran the magic words over and over in her head. The minute the door opened, she was going to hit Kohorn with the ring and send his sorry hide flying!
The door opened and Kohorn stepped through. She opened her mouth to say the words.
“Stop,” said Kohorn, and waved his hand. Melancthe shut her mouth obediently.
“Follow,” said Kohorn, and Melancthe dutifully trailed after him into the room.
Of course, how could she have been so stupid? Kohorn had planned for this - he must have known she would freak out the moment she saw the alter! Inside her head she was screaming with frustration, but she felt compelled to do whatever he said.
The room was lit with torches and cast in shadows. In the centre of the room was a golden portal that glittered in the light, but which sent out almost palpable waves of evil and hurt her eyes to look at. In front of it was a slab of rough hewed stone, with manacles and chains attached to it.
“I imagine that you’re wondering what it going on,” said Kohorn. “You’ll find out soon enough. Take off your clothes again, you look so much more appealing without them.”
Melancthe obligingly pulled the tight white dress over her head and stood naked in the room. She saw that Kohorn’s robes were bulging again and he eyed her slender figure longingly, his eyes feasting on her naked curves.
“If only things were different!” He said wistfully. “I would have loved to see Rhana play with you. You have spirit. But its not to be. Now go and lie down on the alter.”
Noooooooo! But Melancthe couldn’t stop herself - with heavy steps, she walked over the alter and lay on it. The rough stone was cold and sharp against her back.
Kohorn began securing her wrists in the manacles. “Open your legs,” he said, and she obliged. He moved down her body and finished securing her spreadeagled on the alter, open and helpless. He stood for a moment and ran his eyes over her helpless, naked body, stopping to appreciate her tidy bush and small, pink lips, and ran a wet tongue over his dry lips. He brushed over her pussy lightly with his hand. Melancthe squeezed her lips shut so as not to make a sound - she was determined not to give him that pleasure! Then Kohorn shook his head and moved away to a pedastal that held the Black Grimoir, shaking his head sadly.
He opened the grimoir, and the room immediately seemed colder.
“Hassar! Peert! Hexxys!”
As he read, Melancthe found her will returning. So that was it - he couldn’t maintain control over her whilst completing the summoning. No wonder he needed the manacles! She thrashed helplessly, but was secured fast on the alter with her legs splayed obscenely wide. There was no way she could defend her dignity in this position. All her efforts achieved was a wry look of amusement from the old sorceror.
“Let me go! Let me go you weirdo!” She shouted.
Kohorn ignored her. “Oxxes! Keraar! Sejjaae!”
The ring! Melancthe tried to swivel her arm so she could point her finger at the old sorceror, but he was stood well back and out of range. No matter how she twisted, the manacles that dug into her wrists held her so tightly that she could not get an angle on him. Finally, exhausted and frustrated, she collapsed back against the cold stone.
“Jhexxys! Jhexxys! Jhexxys! Hear me now - by the blood of the ancients I offer you this proud virgin for your amusment. Jhexxys! Come to me now and partake in her pride!”
As he spoke, he stepped away from the pedastal and towards the portal, raising his hands. Melancthe realised that she would get one shot at him. He stepped within range of her finger and she took a deep breath.
“Feina Musta Barosa!” |