Chapter One
Blast it! Why can't my sister be more careful!?, Kellis thought for the thousandth time as the knock out ball she threw in the guards face explodes, leaving him to slump over against the wall and slide into unconsciousness.
"Lord Prongald is going to have my head for using up so many of these things!" she mutters under her breath as she slips past, pulling a lock of flowing red hair behind her ear. Her pale, freckled face is shrouded in her hood, and her sandals are soft as silk, and make no noise as she makes her way though the castle, deftly avoiding guards and servants as she can, and knocking out with the magic powders any she can't.
When her sister disappeared three days ago, finding the leads as to what happened was relatively easy; too easy in fact. This, by all accounts, was a setup, but what could she do? It's her little sister, and she wasn't about to leave her to her fate even if this was a trap. The Magician Drax, who's castle she now stalks, has a rather nasty reputation when it comes to getting what he wants, and she was not about to leave Elexia to his mercy.
She padded silently past another bored looking guard, then slipped in behind a scullery maid unnoticed till she reached the spiral stairs. Her best guess was he'd keep her up in his private chambers, where the word has it he conducts his 'experiments'. She gives a mental shudder at that, wondering just what he wanted her for anyway. Wizards often use live subjects to conduct their tests, and Drax has a reputation for not caring if the subject was human or not.
She makes her way towards the top, her armor, little more than tight, soft leather that hugs her slender curves, her slim daggers still sheathed so as not to give off their magical soft green glow. There in front of her, the door to Drax's chambers, two guards standing post at it. She takes a breath and with a knock out ball in either hand, suddenly lunges forward. Just as they notice her two balls explode in their faces, and they slump to unconsciousness as well. They'll be out for the rest of the night, but will wake refreshed and unharmed. Kellis didn't believe in killing unless absolutely necessary; she was a spy, not an assassin.
She pads lightly to the door and tests it: locked. Not a problem for someone with her skill set though, and in moments the lock is picked and she cracks the door to get a look inside. The room is well lit with several brazers burning, but no one is in sight. No! There, bound naked to an X shaped rack is her sister, awake and apparently unharmed, as she writhes in her bonds and mutters muffled protests behind a ball gag. She cracks the door a bit more, looking for the wizard or any more guards, but sees no one. Perhaps the wizard is busy elsewhere? She slips inside the room, quickly hiding behind the large pillar that centers the room. The walls are lined with tables containing all sorts of magical paraphernalia; bubbling decanters, various bits of animal parts, sheets and sheets of parchment. On the other side of the room is a large love seat, sitting atop a huge white bear skin rug. Gods, the animal must have been twenty feet tall! No one else is in the room, however, and she silently gets her sisters attention. When Elixia sees her her eyes go wide, and she starts shaking her head. Kellis motions for her to be quiet and steps out, only to feel a sharp pain in the back of her head, then all goes black.
She awakens to a splitting headache and groans. She looks about the room, still groggy and wondering what she's doing in this strange place, before it all slowly comes back to her. With a start she tries to get up, only to realize her ankles are bound, as well as her wrists behind her back. She also notes she's naked, her armor stripped off, along with her bracers that give her extraordinary reflexes, and her anklet that gives her the strength of a well muscled man twice her size. Her rings, three on her fingers and three on her toes, as well as a small hoop in her right nostril, are all still there, as well as her earrings, so whoever stripped her knew to take the magical items, and not worry about the more mundane ones. She looks to her sister, now next to her, still on the rack, and she looks much the same. She squirms, but the bonds are tight; it will be a while before she can wriggle free. That's when she hears a voice.
"Well well well. If it isn't Kellis Jai'mai, coming to pay me a visit. I wonder, to what do I owe this pleasure?" The man slowly walks towards her, a confident smirk on his face. His skin is ashen in color, almost gray, and his head is completely smooth. He wears a long, thin goatee of a beard, and two long thin, jet black mustaches that hang down either side of his face past his chin. His robes are simple yet clearly of the finest cloth, and he wears soft, curled slippers on his feet. She's heard his description before, even if they've never met. Magician Drax.
"I think you know, Drax," she replies with a furrowed brow. "Lets not play games."
"Oh but my dear, I like games. Like using a simple invisibility spell to capture one of the Lord of Felutia's agents. Yes, I think this is going to be wonderful fun."
She looks at him incredulously. "What are you talking about, wizard? I'm no agent, all I do is run simple errands for a modest living."
He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, then smiled. "Oh, come now girl, don't take me for a fool! I know your precious Lord Prongald thinks very highly of you. Almost like a daughter, from what I've gathered. I think your Lord will pay a pretty sovereign to see you returned unharmed."
"If he thinks so highly of me, what makes you think he just won't march troops onto your castle and take me back that way?" she grumbles as she continues to try and wiggle her wrists free.
"Because tensions between High Felutia and Tampline have been rather high of late, and I doubt your Lord will be eager to march troops in and start a war. It's just a simple ransom, afterall. Ten thousand sovereigns will hardly put a dent in the royal coffers, but it will aid my research greatly." He looks around the room and sighs dramatically. "I may appear wealthy, but sadly money has been tight of late. You're going to help greatly with that."
Kellis squirmed again as she thought about what he said. He was certainly right, Lord Prongald would go far to avoid a war that gets his people killed, and he may just be willing to part with ten thousand to get one of his favorite agents back. How Drax even knows about that is a mystery; they're very careful to keep appearances quite innocent, but it's something she'll have to worry about later. She slumps back, leaning against her sisters foot as she still dangles there, and nods once. "Fine, lets just get this over with. But I want my sister freed as well!"
Drax chuckles and nods, "Of course my dear, of course. And word of my demands is already on its way to your city." He looks from one of his captives to the other, a decided leer on his face. "But in the mean time, I don't see why we can't have a little fun. To have two such beauties in my chambers, and not enjoy them, well, that would be down right criminal."
Kellis groans and rolls her eyes, and she hears her sister give a muffled protest, squirming again on the rack she's bound to. "Oh you wretch! Why am I not surprised? But if you think I'm going to... well... you're in for a rude awakening."
"I thought as much, my dear. But I have ways of being... persuasive." He smiles again and steps closer, waving his fingers in the way that wizards do. "A simple mind control spell, it will only last a day, but that will give us plenty of time...." and he mutters some mystical, arcane words and jerks his finger at her forehead, and she feels the magic flow into her brain, cool like being doused with cold water on a hot day, only to have it leave as fast as it came.
For what Drax didn't know was that he didn't remove all her magical gear. The small hoop through her nose prevented any sort of mind control, and was virtually undetectable through any normal methods. But still, she played the part. She let her eyes go distant, let her voice take on a monotone. "Yes, Master Drax."
Drax nods again in smug satisfaction. "Much better. I think I'll leave your sister as she is, at least for now." He leisurely strolled back to his sofa and laid back on it, looking from one naked girl to the next. "Why don't you put on a show for me, hmm? Slave Kellis, pleasure your sister, orally."
"Yes, Master Drax," she intoned, and with little struggle got to her knees and shuffled over to her sister, looking up at her bound, helpless body. Where Kellis was lean and strong, with a few curves here and there, her sister was absolutely voluptuous. Large breasts with wide pink nipples, a small belly and narrow waist leading to full wide hips, and thick thighs leading down her long legs. They shared the same pale skin, but where Kellis' was covered in freckles, her sisters was flawless like porcelain, and her hair jet black and straight, compared to her sisters flowing red curls. She licked her lips and leaned forward, looking up into her sister's eyes, then down at her pussy, hesitating with a gulp.
