The Wizard by the Mutant for Hire "I cast my spell of detect evil." "The whole place starts radiating of evil down to the very stones. You can't make out any special concentrations of evil anywhere." "Oh. Why am I here again?" "You're here for the money, plus the chance to loot a wizard's tome of magic. And you decided to come here, not me." Samantha grinned at me, "Well, Arithel is a little impulsive, isn't she." Arithel was a half-elf fighter/magic-user/thief. Arithel looked remarkably like Samantha, who was petite, with short brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a mischevious expression. She herself was pretty elfin, except for lacking pointy ears. I guess she wanted to play a character close to home for once, except that fortunately she wasn't half as flutter-brained as her character. Currently she was raiding an evil wizard's tower, on a solo adventure, so it was just me and her. I awarded bonuses in experience points for good role-playing, and the players usually got into it. Samantha, in an attempt to get lots of experience points to compensate for dividing them up between three professions, had shown up for this gaming session dressed for the part. Since Arithel wore black leather armor, Samantha had shown up wearing in addition to a plain white blouse, a black leather vest, black leather pants held up by a black leather belt and black leather boots. I had never seen her dress this way before, but the look alone guaranteed lots of bonus experience points, just so she'd dress this way again. Then again, knowing Samantha, she was probably counting on this. I hate having my weaknesses exploited. I took another look at the tight leather pants. Well, hate isn't the right word. "Okay, so what does our impulsive half-elf do?" I remarked. "Um, I'm at the base of the stairway right? And I saw funny changing lights coming out of the top of the tower. So I cast my invisibility spell and try to move as quietly as possible up the stairs to the top." "I roll for stealth." Clatter, clatter. "You move up the stairs, as quietly as you know how. There are landings at each story, three in all, before the top. You see closed doorways at each level, no distinct markings, no distinct sounds. You head straight to the top?" At her nod I continue, "At the top of the stairs you reach a door with the wizard's red spiral painted on it. As you stand in front of the door, a magic mouth appears at your feet saying 'Welcome', while another magic mouth before you says 'company, master!'" "I'm invisible! How can they trigger?" she looked a trifle miffed. Technically I didn't need to answer, but I did anyway. "The wizard said that anyone standing on that spot who wasn't an orc or him was to trigger that magic mouth. When that mouth triggered, so did the other. You're invisible to sight, not touch. Next time, try levitating first, if there is a next time." I smiled nastily. "Well he still can't see me. I throw the door open and draw my sword!" Okay, she was supposed to run at this point, but I guess she's role-playing Arithel to the point of insanity, or possibly a new character. "The door opens easily and swings open silent as a tomb. You burst in. There's a tall wizard there, black hair, hazel eyes, quite good looking, with an evil expression on his face." Any resemblance between the wizard and the GM is purely coincidental, trust me. Really. "He's dressed in a black shirt and breeches, and wearing nothing on his feet." When Samantha had warned me she was dressing up in character, I got out the black shirt and jeans and rewrote the wizard's description just a bit. "Really?" She eyed me up and down. "Pity to kill him. Arithel moves as fast as possible towards time, trying to disrupt any spell-casting, shouting, 'die evil wizard!'" I reached into a pocket and pulled out a black rod, specially made up for the occasion. I pointed it at Samantha. "The wizard draws his wand utters a word. Roll versus sleep." Clatter clatter. "I'm sorry, but you blow your saving throw. You go sleepy time. You wake up in a dungeon, your wrists chained to the wall." "Crap!" Samantha uttered. Then she looked up at me, mischeviously, "Well, I figure I probably won't get the gem or the book, so I might as well go for the experience points. Lets role-play this out, I don't think we need to do dice rolling or table lookups to handle this." She grinned at me. I smiled back, "Fine, but how are we going to set up you shackled to a wall?" "Well, I have these right here..." she reached into a bag and pulled out a pair of leather cuffs, nicely padded. Looked very new to my eye. "And those loops in the walls where you have the plants hanging from look very sturdy to me, just the right height too." They were, and that wasn't coincidence. I began to wonder how much of this she had planned in advance. I strapped the cuffs to her wrists, and pulled the plants off the loops and put her on them. "Remember, 'scene off' will stop everything," I reminded her. If she didn't know what a scene safeword was, she had the functional equivalent from the live action stuff we did. "You ready? 'scene on'" Samatha, immediately feigned unconsciousness and then faked coming around, "Where am I....you!" She looked up at me hostile and outraged. "Yes me. I'm quite pleased to have you visit my tower, I seldom get visitors so lovely and charming." I let my eyes wander over her lingeringly, just for role-playing effect, mind you. Originally the wizard was a raving loon, but I wasn't in the mood for playing one, so I decided to go slick as grease. "Get me out of these chains and I'll show you charming, wizard!" she hissed at me. She pulled at the cuffs, ineffectually. Samantha was quite secure in that setup, she couldn't get out without my help. It was sort of thrilling, but Samantha had never even hinted at anything like this, until now. "If I let you out of those chains you'll either try to kill me or try to escape the tower. Either way would deny me of your company." I ran a finger over her face, lingeringly. She tried to shake off my hand in character, but I could see she was enjoying this episode herself. "One way or another, I'll find a way out," she promised grimly. I looked her over, "Oh yes, dreadful of me. I get so forgetful these days. Got your sword, but forgot the rest of your equipment. I guess I'll just have to remove it now. It is more enjoyable when you're awake for it anyway." I winked at her. I reached over and pulled the various pouches off her belt. Filled with miscellaneous junk, including a few bits of metal that were presumably supposed to be thieving tools. I pulled the knife of her belt, and the one in her boot-top. Nice stuff, but she was a SCAdian. "Well, we got the obvious stuff, but is there more? I think a more *personal* search is called for now." I leered at her, then looked carefully at her, a question in my eyes. "You fiend! You dare touch a pure elf-maiden? Defile her with your foul paws, reaching and grasping and groping over her bosom?" Her tone was horrified to the point of mockery. I think she won the melodrama overload award of the campaign. She seemed a little flush and breathing hard, and I swear she was heaving said bosom deliberately in my direction. "Lets start down here," I knelt between her legs. Her ankles were not bound, but she hadn't tried anything with them, which was another reassuring sign. Samantha did struggle a bit as I pulled off her boots, and found a piece of metal tied to her left ankle. "Hmm. Nasty bit of metal, could harm your fair and delicate skin." I peeled off her socks just to make sure there wasn't anything nasty, of course, I slid my hands up her legs. The way those jeans fit, a piece of paper would probably have been noticeable under them, but I did it anyway. "Feels clean here, I'll make sure in a little while." I ran my hands over her rear, and squeezed her behind, she squealed and glared at me. "Foul lecher, how dare you touch the seat of an elven maiden???" "I touch a *half-elven* maiden like this!" I gave her tush a pinch for good measure, she squealed again. I was starting to get into this. Samatha was attractive, and as my girlfriend had given me my walking papers, I was at liberty again. "Now lets keep moving up here." I pulled off her belt, there was a wire inlaid on it. How much of this had she planned in advance? "Nasty thing wire, can cut into your fair delicate skin." I got up off my knees and stood before her. "Let's see what you've got hidden here," I addressed to her torso. Her vest was laced up the front. I unlaced it slowly. I ran my hands over her blouse, feeling through to what was contained within. I felt her breasts through the shirt, and felt her nipples starting to harden and poke out through the shirt's fabric. She sighed happily for a moment, then recovered and went back to outraged elfin maiden. "Foul wizard, I will avenge myself for this outrage! I will...eep!" I pinched her nipples, hard through the blouse. The lecture was forgotten as I held them and twisted them slightly. A gasp rewarded my efforts. "Hmm, hiding a great treasure inside, I must take a closer look." I slowly unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, then leisurely went down. She rattled her chains and made some effort to struggle with her wrists, but the flushed look and heavy breathing gave lie to the seriousness of her efforts. Soon I had the front of her shirt fully undone. With a dramatic flourish, I pulled the front of her shirt. Her breasts, small but nicely formed, jutted out at me, nipples brown and hard. Very attractive. "No..." she moaned softly. I leaned over and started to play with her breasts using hands and mouth. The no's went on until they degenerated into low level moans of pleasure. I had fun with this for some time, and then decided to see if we could go onto the next level, so to speak. "I wonder," I added gleefully, "What other treasures you conceal?" I unbuttoned her pants and unzipped her fly. She tried to move her hips away. "No wizard, please, take my gold, take my spell book, take my weapons and armor, take my '1001 uses for a dead Dwarf' book! Anything but that!" "Gold I have in plenty," I sneered, "and your petty spell book has no appeal to me. Weapons and armor have no use to a wizard such as myself, and I wrote that book many years ago. No, the only thing you have that I want is yourself, and I will take that instead!" I peeled off her jeans. This actually required covert cooperation from her, considering the fact they were nearly spray-painted on. She did get to struggle a bit while I pulled off her black panties, but fortunately she was careful enough I didn't need a codpiece for armor. Now she stood before me, mostly naked, chained to the wall and helpless. Her hands were in good shape, so I decided to keep her to the wall as long as possible. How often did one have a half-elf chained to one's wall these days? I admired her for a little bit, then decided to take action. I stroked a finger slowly up her thigh, finally reaching the mound between her legs. I stroked a finger over her labial lips, and held up a damp finger to her. "Enjoying this, aren't we?" She shook her head, "No. Elven maiden reaction. We do that when we get scared, really." I stroked my fingers down there, then squeezed her clit. She shuddered. "Let's see how scared we can get you then, shall we?" I started to move my fingers in and out of her, while I played over her clit with my thumb. Samantha moaned and started to rock her hips, protesting elven maiden role pretty much forgotten for the moment. I twirled my fingers in circles inside of her, would work her clit furiously with my fingers, I would plunge my fingers in hard. I varied each of these actions, but soon I returned to sliding three fingers in and out of her, stroking her clit, moving faster and faster. Samatha moved faster and faster, moaning louder and louder, until suddenly her moans shot up about two octaves and rang throughout the apartment. Well, the neighbors had heard worse. Her cunt contracted around my fingers as she shook there against the wall. When her shakings subsided, I checked her hands up against the wall. Looks like she had good circulation. So I licked my fingers, "Hmm. Sweet elven ambrosia, but it is much better to sup such things at the source." Her words were a pleading "Oh, please," but I wasn't sure if that was an affirmative or a negative. But she spread her legs for me as I knelt my head down and planted my tongue against her genitalia. I started to work now with tongue and teeth, using my fingers to keep her lips spread wide. Her moans were louder now, her juices flowing nicely over my mouth and face. I slid my tongue all over, gently teething her clit carefully, rubbing it hard with my tongue. I played her slowly, then picked up the pace. Samantha responded well. Soon we were racing towards another orgasm for her, when I suddenly stopped. I stood up. She leaned against the wall, stark incomprehension on her face. I ran a finger teasingly between her legs. Samantha moaned and pressed into it. "You've had enough fun on your own, I've whetted my appetite," I punned at her. I decided it was time to peel off my clothes. I pulled off my shirt, my jeans, my underwear, and stood naked before her. My erection pointed directly at her. I went over to a cupboard and pulled out a small bag. I held a gold coin in my hand, "Did you think that these were money?" I snickered, "+3 condom of protection. No good dungeon should be without them." I popped the coin open, peeled the condom over my hard-on, and then sidled up to Samantha. "Well, Arithel, are you ready to face a wizard's wand?" I asked her in my best evil-wizard persona. She looked up, sighed piteously, "Alas, my elven maidenhood is to be taken by a evil wizard, oh the horror, oh the shame!" Given what I knew of Samantha, her maidenhood was beyond issue and the way Arithel's was played, I doubted the wizard was going to be claiming her maidenhood either. Looking at the height differential and other geometrical problems I decided it was time to take her down. I unhooked her from the wall. She struggled in my grip, but I carried her off to my bed, while she bemoaned the shame she would face to her elven peers. I tossed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. She held still long enough to let me slide in, but after that it got to be an interesting ride. I slid in and out of her, and she bucked and twisted beneath me. I pinned her shoulders down and kept plunging in and out of her while the rest of her writhed underneath me. Her moans were louder now than before. The more she tried to shake me off, the harder I went on her. Soon we were moving almost violently and her moans and shrieks echoed through the apartment. With a loud shriek that I felt down to my fillings she came, and when she clenched around my cock I fired off myself, pumping away. Finally, we collapsed in a heap. I disposed of the +3 condom of protection, having used up its solitary charge. Samantha and I nestled on the bed together for some time, in comfortable silence. Then I saw her smile and twinkle and suddenly go, "Alas, my maidenhood has been taken by a foul wizard! I am a disgrace to elven-kind! Surely my master will repudiate me, what is a poor elven girl to do?" she sobbed. I smiled my evil best at her, "It just so happens I'm in the need of a student to teach now and then, when she needs to go up levels. I think you would find my training to be most....stimulating." When the whole party reassembled a couple of weeks later, having gone their various solo adventures, they were quite surprised that Arithel had gone from chaotic good to lawful evil, and had picked up an evil wizard as her new teacher in magic. They presume she had stumbled across some nasty artifact or the wizard had done something really nasty. They were quite surprised when Arithel and her player resisted all efforts to get her 'curse' lifted off her. Neither of us chose to correct their mistake. And every time she was due to go up a level, she got an *extensive* training session in the wizard's dungeon. The rest of the time, we did it as ourselves.