The Silent Mage

The melody of flame was still in Caden’s ears when he awoke from his long slumber, a haunting echo of the night the northern raiders put his monastery to the torch. His head ached from the blow that had ended his resistance. He tried to stretch his cramped body, but the small cage made all but the slightest movement impossible.

His wrists and ankles were bound with rough hemp rope, biting into his skin, forcing his body into a cramped fetal curl. Panic surged as he tested the bonds. They were unyielding. Around his throat, a cold band of metal hummed faintly, unfamiliar and ominous. He opened his mouth to sing a simple release incantation, but no sound emerged; only a faint vibration against his vocal cords, silenced by the collar’s cruel magic. Footsteps approached, followed by a rustle of fabric and a low, throaty chuckle that sent chills racing down his spine.

“My goodness! What a pretty young thing. Where did they find you I wonder.” Caden looked up to see a large woman in a well-worn dress that must have been luxurious at one time. “Don’t bother trying to answer. Your collar makes any speech quite impossible. A singing mage would make a dangerous pet after all.”

She leaned down, her ample bosom straining against the faded silk of her dress, releasing a wave of stale perfume that made Caden’s nose wrinkle. Her face hovered close, round cheeks flushed, gray-streaked hair falling in tangles over sharp, appraising eyes. “Such soft features, delicate hands... perfect for a lady’s toy” Her fingers reached through the bars to trace his jawline, then gripped his chin roughly, tilting his head. He flinched, heart pounding, but her smile only widened. “Oh, you’re adorable when you’re scared. I think I’ll skip the auction block for now. I want to train you up myself, pet. Let’s see how well you learn.” She fished a heavy key from her bodice and unlocked the cage door, yanking him out by the collar onto the grimy stone floor.

She slowly untied his wrists and ankles. Such bonds were hardly necessary with the slave collar in place and, besides, he would need his legs if he was to follow her to her private chambers. She hauled him to his feet with surprising strength. “On your knees, pet. Crawl if you must, but follow me.”

Caden’s limbs screamed from disuse, but he staggered upright, rubbing circulation back into his wrists. A sharp tug yanked him forward; he stumbled after her swaying hips through a dimly lit corridor reeking of damp stone and neglect. Her chambers were a cluttered den of velvet cushions, scattered silks, and flickering candle stubs. She shoved him inside, barring the door with a satisfied sigh. “Kneel here,” she commanded, pointing to the floor at her slippered feet. He hesitated, eyes darting for escape. “Bad boy, Caden!” At her words, agony exploded through his neck, a searing bolt that dropped him writhing to the ground. She watched with gleaming eyes, cooing, “Are you ready to be a good boy now?”

Obediently, he knelt before her. She kicked off her worn slippers with a lazy flick, revealing her callused feet. Caden’s nostrils were filled with the sharp tang of her sweat-soaked skin. “Good pet. Now, let’s put those pretty hands to work. Rub my feet. Start with the soles, work up the arches. Make me feel pampered.” Her eyes glinted wickedly. Caden swallowed hard, crawling closer on all fours as she propped her legs on a low stool, toes wiggling expectantly. His fingers trembled as they pressed into her warm, yielding flesh. He worked softly at first, before kneading deeper, the salty dampness slick under his palms. She sighed contentedly. “Slower on the heels, boy. Use your thumbs. Yes... that’s it. You’re a natural.”

For what seemed like an eternity, he rubbed the woman’s feet, but eventually his exhaustion overcame him and his rhythm faltered. She tsked sharply, “Bad boy, Caden!” Another shock coursed through his body. Tears welled in his eyes. He could not believe anyone could be so needlessly cruel. As he resumed rubbing her feet, Elara felt her arousal growing. The sight of the young man’s tears had made her cunt dripping wet. She considered pulling his face into her cunt and grinding herself into him, but decided against it. She needed to train his tongue properly. It was time for a new lesson.

She leaned back on her pile of cushions, hiking up her disheveled dress to reveal thick thighs glistening with sweat and a tangle of unkempt dark curls framing her swollen, slick folds. The heavy scent of her arousal filled the air. It was musky, tangy, and overpowering. “Enough feet, pet. Crawl up here and put that sweet mouth to use. Lick my cunt. I want slow laps from bottom to top, circle the pearl at the top. Make me soak your pretty face, or you know what comes next.” Trembling, Caden inched forward on hands and knees, his face inches from her heat; she grabbed his hair, yanking him in firmly. His tongue darted out hesitantly, tasting her as ordered amid her approving moans.

“Deeper, boy,” she ordered as she shoved his mouth into her wet cunt. She noticed a desperate moan from him as his tongue made contact with her trickling wetness. She silenced him by pulling him even harder into her slimy cunt, cutting off his air supply.

Elara writhed in ecstasy, pressing against Caden’s face, riding his tongue with a greedy desperation. Her moans echoed off the stone walls, raw lust spilling forth. “Yes, that’s it, pet. Just like that. Worship my cunt.” As she tightened her grip on his hair, Caden felt his own arousal growing. It was overwhelming: her scent filling his nose, suffocating him in her musk, but part of him enjoyed being used. He wanted to obey, wanted to please her. With a desperate effort, he rapidly flicked his tongue against her clit, her muffled groans and sharp whispers spurring him on. Her juices coated his chin, dripping obscenely as he thrust his tongue deeper, faster, a desperate attempt to please his mistress.

Elara let out a series of intense moans as Caden pushed her over the edge. Her body shuddered and convulsed with her climax. A guttural groan tore from her throat as she ground herself against Caden’s face. Her thighs squeezed his head with an unyielding grip, back arching to press deeper and prolong her pleasure. Then, with a final shuddering gasp, she collapsed back onto the pillows, splayed out in sated bliss.

Caden slumped forward, gasping for air, his chin and cheeks slick with her juices. Elara panted heavily, eyes unfocused as the aftershocks rippled through her. Her fingers loosened in his hair at last. “Mmm... good pet,” she purred, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “With practice, you’ll make a fine pleasure slave.”

Elara giggled when she noticed Caden’s arousal. “Well you certainly seem to be enjoying your training,” she said as she walked over to a shelf and retrieved a small metal device. “Bad boy Caden.” She said softly, sending another shock through the slave’s body and causing his penis to immediately soften. “Stand slave!” Caden immediately obeyed as she knelt before him. He felt the cold metal of the device make contact with his cock.

The device was a tiny chastity cage, little wider than Caden’s flaccid member, attached to a narrow band that secured behind his testicles. She locked it with a soft click, then stood back to appraise her work. “Perfect. We can’t have you becoming too excited during your training, can we?”

Her lips curled in a satisfied smirk. “Now, I’m getting tired and nothing helps me sleep better than the feeling of a nice soft tongue on my asshole.” Elara turned and bent over at the waist, presenting her thick, dimpled rear to Caden. Her skirt was still hiked up, revealing the deep crevice between her cheeks, framed obscenely by her sweat-soaked undergarments. The pungent musk of her arousal filled his nostrils, and he suppressed a shiver.

“Don’t be shy, pet,” she ordered, wiggling her hips impatiently. Caden hesitated, his stomach churning with revulsion and dread. He knew refusing would earn him another shock, maybe even worse. Swallowing hard, he leaned in and began gently kissing the cheeks of her massive ass.

Looking over her shoulder Elara calmly said, “Slave, I don’t want my ass cheeks kissed, I want you to lick my asshole. I haven’t washed in a few days, so there should be a lot of flavor for you. Now get some tongue up my ass or you’ll be feeling another shock.”

Caden shuddered at her words, but the collar’s threat hung heavy. He parted his lips, his tongue darting out to lap tentatively at her puckered hole. The taste made his stomach churn, but he forced himself to persist, lapping and probing with growing fervor, seeking to please her to avoid further punishment. His nose was buried deep between her cheeks now, the stench of her unwashed flesh overwhelming. Still, he continued his desperate licking.

“Good boy Caden.” He heard her softly whisper. “Now keep licking until I am sound asleep or you will be punished.” An hour later his tongue was beginning to cramp when he finally heard her softly snoring. Collapsing onto the floor beside Elara’s bed he fell into a deep sleep.

Over the ensuing days, Elara’s training continued, pushing Caden to his limits, and honing his skills in every degrading act she could imagine. All the while, the collar hung around his neck as an ever-present reminder of his subservience. His once-defiant spirit was slowly broken under the weight of her power, his will bending daily to her cruel whims.