He breaks out!

Zair waited until he was sure the two men were gone before he took action. This was one of his great strengths. His impressive size often made his enemies underestimate how agile he really was.

He quickly brought his knees up to his chest and worked his tied wrists under his legs and feet and finally over the top of his knees. It didn't take him long to use his teeth to gnaw an opening in the knot. Once his hands were free, he untied his ankles and stood up, a bit wobbly. He stood there for a while, rubbing his sore wrists and staring at the iron bars with great concentration. No door could hold Zair the great in ordinary cases, and now he was furious.

Suddenly he concentrated all his strength into one tiger leap and hurled himself against the bars. The door instantly collapsed and came loose off the hinges.

The iron frame crashed into the ground with the sound of tortured metal, and Zair remained hiding behind the doorpost for a while to see if the racket had caused any reaction. There was none and Zair quickly sneaked out.

He continued down a corridor of empty cells and entered a small chamber containing a vicious looking rack and other instruments of ****. there was also a fire pot with white-hot irons. Probably waiting for him.

In the corner was a wooden spiral stairway and Zair sneaked up the stairs without hesitation.

He carefully went up the stairs until he reached the top. There was a small wooden door. He opened it slightly and peeked out. The coast was clear. He slipped out and found himself to be on Gore's private floor, right next to the room where he had encountered Janna.

He headed for Gore's chamber. He recalled the conversation between the bandit and his mysterious visitor and figured the crosier, and hopefully Kira must be nearby. The door to Gore's private chambers was open, and nobody was guarding it. The bandit leader must be getting arrogant, letting his guard down like this!

Zair let his eyes wander over the luxurious suite. Over the plush furniture and collection of exquisite erotic artwork. Then he spotted it. There, inside a large display case was the crosier!

Gore's vanity must have made him flaunt it like this instead of hiding it properly. The case was no match for Zair. He pried it open without causing too much noise and grabbed the crosier.

The sought-after staff felt heavy in his hands. Suddenly he was overcome by a great sensation of power and the desire to possess the crosier himself.

But his dreams dispersed as he heard agitated voices from a nearby, ajar door.

A strangly boyish voice shouted, "I keep telling you, I'm guarding master Gore's new whore and I can't let you have her!"

"Oh grow yourself some balls, you fucking eunuch!"

Zair recognized the latter voice from the cellar.

"'An you owe us big time! Remember that last game of dice and how much you lost? Now move aside or we'll cut off what's left of you down there!"

Zair sneaked up to the door and peaked inside. It was a fairly large room, with red satin walls and wall candelabras and it was decorated with even more explicit erotic paintings and sculptures. There were some beds, dressing tables, wardrobes and a rather comfy looking group of large cushions in the middle. There was also a round sunken pool of clear water. This must be where Gore keeps his personal concubines.

And there was Kira! She was down on her knees in a submissive position, dressed in nothing but sheer threads of red silk held together by a thin silver chain around her waist. This was the kind of clothing masters usually dressed up their pleasure slaves in.

Zair could do nothing but stare at the voluptuous woman before him. The silk left little to the imagination, outlining her pert pink nipples through the fabric and offering a full view of her ample cleavage. A scanty string of silk just barely covered her pubic mound but left her buttocks fully visible and accentuated the roundness of her ass.

Around her neck was a thick metal collar with red silk lining, and the letter "G" engraved in it. And from the collar ran a short leash that was held by a nervous looking bald fat man. He was dark skinned and had a bare torso with a huge belly hanging out.

A few steps before them stood two brutish looking large figures, both armed with sheathed swords and dressed in the same kind of shabby dark uniformish outfits that all of Gore's guards were wearing.

The hairless harem guard finally grunted and lifted his free hand from the large scimitar on his side and reluctantly handed over the leash to one of the grunts.

"Now that's better, no-balls! You can stay and watch if you want to,” he said as he yanked Kira closer to him.