Blood magic

Tyra opened her eyes and immediately shot up. The bright light enveloping her made her panic and she desperately wanted to know where she was. To her dismay, she found herself in the middle of a seemingly endless desert. She got to her feet as quickly as she could. Despite the disorientation of suddenly being in a new place, she wanted to get a grip on things as soon as possible. The rules of the challenge were explained very clearly. She knew she was in another world and that she had limited time.

She noticed that she felt different clothing on her and looked down at herself. Sure enough, she found herself wearing a completely different outfit. It was a brown cloth bra and loincloth. She wondered if the outfit was just a tactic to humiliate her or if this was how pirates in this world dressed. She wouldn’t be surprised by either answer.

She then looked over to the side. She saw someone else lying on the sand beside her. The flowing red hair made it clear as day. It was Lila. Tyra groaned. She knew that them landing together in this strange place wasn’t coincidence. The gamemasters wanted to take advantage of their awkward situation and milk them for all the drama they had. Tyra was furious at the idea alone, so much so that she turned around and started walking away.

But then she stopped. She looked at Lila who was shifting around with her eyes still closed. She was barely awake, and Tyra knew that the moment she opened her eyes she would be confused and afraid. Tyra thought about the nature of the competition. It was a race. Lila was competing against her. If Tyra had any brains, she would continue walking away while she still had her wits about her and try to end this game before it was too late. But after all Tyra had done, how she had hurt Lila, could she really leave her to fend for herself? Even if she had to face Lila right now and see the fear and hatred in her eyes, Tyra still owed it to her to not leave her alone in this desert. She sighed and went back to Lila. She knelt down and shook her awake.

Lila groaned as her eyes opened, adjusting to the light. Tyra was patient and quiet, waiting for her to get up on her own. Lila coughed a bit as she rose to sit up. She looked around. There was visible confusion and apprehension on her face as she looked out at the desolate landscape. She was almost frozen in place. Worrying about her state, Tyra decided to speak up.

“Are you alright Lila?” said Tyra.

Lila looked at Tyra. She opened her mouth to speak but then stopped suddenly like the words were caught in her throat. Lila turned her head away just slightly enough for Tyra to know that the memory of what she did was still fresh in Lila’s mind. Tyra couldn’t keep a look of sorrow from planting itself on her face. She felt a pit in her stomach as she knew she was stuck in this desert with the one person she couldn’t bear to face. But this wasn’t about personal problems or pride. Survival had to come first. They were still in a game and Tyra knew they had no time to waste on frivolous issues. She got to her feet.

“We’re stuck here for now,” said Tyra, “I don’t see any of the others. We have to find Malgor quickly so we can get out of here.”

“Malgor?” said Lila, “Oh yeah… right…”

Lila, understanding the dire situation she was in, pushed passed her emotions and got to her feet. She knew that she would have to work with Tyra even if she didn’t like it. Though Tyra had always been one to put practicality over emotions, it hurt to not be able to talk about what happened. At that moment Lila looked down at her own outfit, finally noticing her state of dress. She gasped as she saw the skimpy red outfit she was wearing.

“What’s this?” said Lila, “And you… why are we wearing that?”

“I don’t know,” said Tyra, “I’m guessing it’s just the gamemasters fucking with us. But that doesn’t matter! What matters is finding Malgor.”

Tyra walked away to climb a dune, trying to get a better idea of what was around them. To her dismal expectations, there was nothing but sand in every direction. But as she was looking out, she saw something disrupt the landscape. A few figures walking across distant dunes. Tyra instinctively dropped prone, not wanting to be seen until she got a better look. She squinted her eyes and waited for the figures to come closer into view. They weren’t anyone she knew. They appeared to be three men, two on foot and one riding a great lizard for a mount. The two grounded ones were armed with swords and the mounted one wore red and gold robes and had a shaven head. Her gut was giving her a bad feeling about them. She felt confident that staying hidden was a good idea. Lila walked up behind Tyra and peeked over the dune, seeing the same people. Tyra panicked, thinking Lila might be seen, and instantly put her hand on her head and shoved her down.

“Down!” said Tyra, “Don’t let them see you!”

Lila pushed Tyra’s hand off of her. Tyra recoiled, realizing her touch was likely the last thing Lila wanted at that time. She instead continued to observe the strangers. They weren’t close enough to make out what they were saying. Lila perked up from her hiding spot behind the dune.

“Why are you hiding?” said Lila, “We’re stuck in this desert. Don’t we need help?”

“I’ve got a bad feeling about these guys,” said Tyra, “They seem suspicious.”

“How can you tell that?” said Lila, “And if we end up alone, what can we do out here?”

“I know, I just don’t like their look,” said Tyra, “I can’t explain it. Just trust me on this one, okay?”

“Trust you?” said Lila.

Tyra heard the tone of voice Lila said that in. Turning to face her, she saw Lila’s confusion and contempt. Tyra gulped, realizing she had chosen the wrong words. Lila put on a brave face. She knew that this wasn’t the kind of situation where she could let her fear overtake her. And if she was going to listen to anyone, the last person that would be was Tyra. In fact, flashed briefly in Lila’s mind was the idea that anyone, even a complete stranger, would be better to be around than Tyra. With these thoughts combined in her head, Lila climbed over the dune and started towards the strangers. Tyra tried to stop her but it was too late. Lila slid down the sandy incline towards the three men in a show of independence.

Tyra remained hidden and watched the events unfold, her gut not letting her follow Lila no matter how worried she was for her. Lila approached the men meekly, waiting for them to see her rather than call out to them. Her convictions were built on shaky foundations and she was still unsure even as she made herself visible to them. But it was too late to back out. Lila ignored the pounding of her heart, believing that she did this out of bravery rather than foolishness. The three men eventually saw her and turned. They looked surprised, but the bald man on the great lizard gave her a smile.

“What do we have here?” said the bald man, “Are you lost, girl?”

“Yes,” said Lila, “We- I’m looking for a man with black hair and yellow eyes. Have you seen him?”

“I’m afraid I know no man of that description,” said the bald man, “But you are far out in the desert, a day away from the nearest city. How did you find yourself in such a precarious position?”

Lila froze, not knowing how to explain the situation or if it would even be a good idea. Thankfully, the man spoke as she hesitated.

“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter,” said the bald man, “The desert is no place for a pretty girl like yourself. Come, we will escort you to the city.”

Lila’s body shook at the mention of her being a ‘pretty girl’. In the past few days, any attractiveness she had was only causing her harm. The way he said the words like he was salivating at them made her uncomfortable in the same way Tyra did. She backed up a few steps.

“That’s okay,” said Lila, “Just point me in the direction and I’ll get there myself.”

“You don’t understand,” said the bald man, “The desert is dangerous, especially at night. And even if you made it to the city you would be alone with no prospects. You’d starve on the streets just as you’d starve out here. But I can offer you a prospect available to few. A chance to serve the devil queen herself.”

“Devil queen?” said Lila nervously.

“Are you a virgin, girl?” said the bald man.

“What?” said Lila, appalled at the question.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” said the bald man, “Strip her.”

Lila barely had time to register fear before the two other men were on her. She screamed as they grabbed her arms, refusing to let her flee, and began peeling her clothing off of her. They tore off her bra, letting her boobs bounce freely and slid her silken bottoms down her legs until her pussy was shamefully exposed. She blushed and screamed even more, wanting desperately to cover her breasts but couldn’t since her arms were held to her sides. The best she could do was cross her legs to cover her womanhood, but the men didn’t even allow her that. They giggled as they grabbed her thighs and spread her legs apart. Lila cried and looked away, unable to handle the embarrassment as the bald man observed her naked body like he would observe a draft beast he wished to purchase.

“Very big tits for such a short girl,” said the bald man, “Her body and cunt have no visible deformities. She has a good **** body. She will make an excellent gift to the devil queen.”

“Sir,” said one of the men holding Lila, “Let’s have some fun with her!”

“She’s a virgin!” said the bald man, “I will not have her spoiled before the devil queen gets her hands on her.”

“She’ll never know!” said the other man, “Besides, the five other boys who went out **** hunting haven’t returned. Three of them even took the lizards! I’m tired of waiting!”

“Chain her and we’ll be returning to Ardaan-kel posthaste!” said the bald man, “We have no time to wait for stragglers or to wet our dicks. That is an order!”

The men looked disappointed but they followed orders. They started taking chains and cuffs out of their bags. Lila hyperventilated as a collar was clamped around her neck and her arms were cuffed, all linked with chains so that her hands were held up by her neck and she still couldn’t cover her body. A chain was also leashed from her neck and handed to the bald man who tugged on it like she was a dog. Lila cried, knowing that she had gotten herself into this mess.

Tyra watched horrified from her hiding spot. She couldn’t hear a word they were saying, but she could safely assume the worst. It was more than confirmed that the men were up to no good once they started stripping Lila naked. Tyra sighed, wishing that Lila hadn’t chosen this moment to be stubborn. There was, of course, an advantage. Lila would no doubt be led through the desert with purpose, perhaps to a camp or even a city. Tyra could follow without being noticed and find some semblance of civilization. But that didn’t sit right with her. She wasn’t Athalia. She couldn’t let someone, especially Lila, take the fall for her like that. She cursed herself for making a decision she thought was just as stupid as Lila’s as she hopped over the dune and rushed at the men.

With their backs turned, the two men observing their fine work chaining up Lila didn’t notice the large-breasted woman running up behind them at full speed. Not until she elbowed one of them in the back of the head with full ****. He cried out as he was instantly knocked to the ground. The other man quickly turned to Tyra.

“Shit!” he yelled, “Another woman!”

Tyra saw him reach for his sword. She immediately grabbed his sword arm and shoved it so that the blade being drawn went back in its sheathe. While still grappling him, she used a free hand to punch him in the face. He stumbled back, holding a bloody nose and cursing profusely. Tyra took the moment to go back to the man she had knocked out previously. She took his sword from him. Just as the other man was recovering from his busted nose and began to draw his sword, Tyra swung her own at his throat, cleanly slicing it. The man choked on blood as it gushed out of the wound and he fell dead. Tyra then turned her blade to the bald man on the lizard.

“Let her go!” said Tyra.

The bald man stroked his chin as he looked at Tyra.

“Another one, eh?” said the bald man, “A friend, I presume? And not a bad fighter either.”

“That’s right,” said Tyra, “Even if you decide not to fight me like a man and stay on that lizard, I’ll still cut you to pieces with ease.”

“I’m sure you could,” said the bald man, “I might’ve even taken you on as a slaver of our own. However, you killed one of our men. That is an offense I shall not let pass.”

The bald man then reached into the saddlebag of his lizard and pulled out a wooden staff covered in large thorns. Tyra looked confused.

“You think you can fight me with that?” said Tyra, “Bit of a dumb weapon. With all those spikes, you’ll just end up hurting yourself!”

“I’m counting on it,” said the bald man.

He then firmly grasped his staff upon one of the thorns so that once he closed his fingers around the shaft, the spike impaled his palm. Blood trickled from his hand and ran down the staff. Tyra looked very confused. The bald man then started chanting something under his breath. Tyra’s eyes went wide, remembering how Helga told them that magic existed in this world. But before she could rush him, the blood that dripped down the staff suddenly started floating in the air. It coalesced into the form of a dart and then shot at Tyra. It hit her in her right arm, piercing her skin and causing her to wince. She then looked at her wound in horror as the bloody dart turned back into liquid and seemed to be absorbed into her open wound. She then felt the bloody cut start shaking. The shaking started to emulate out from the wound, down her arm and up her shoulder. Her hand shook so much she lost control of her joints and dropped her sword. Then it spread to her chest, down her stomach, and through her crotch and legs. Soon her whole body was convulsing. She looked absolutely terrified as she lost all control of her body.

“What the fuck is this?” said Tyra.

“You’ll find that my accursed blood has mingled with your own blood,” said the bald man, “I am Axrogol, great blood mage, and your body is now under my control!”

Axrogol then flicked his wrist and Tyra’s body stood at attention. Lila watched on, horrified that this could’ve happened to her if she had resisted. Axrogol motioned his fingers downward and Tyra fell to her knees. He then dismounted his lizard and approached her. Tyra fumed, raging against her own body as Axrogol got close enough for her to smell his breath.

“I’ve met many fighting women like you in these deserts,” said Axrogol, “They all become slaves in the end.”

He tilted his staff just above her tits. A drop of blood from his hand started running up the staff until it was just above her cleavage. It then dripped down and landed on the front strap of her bra. But the drop was burning hot. It burnt right through the cloth, causing her bra to fling open and reveal her breasts. She then could do nothing but clench her teeth as the hot liquid settled on the skin of her exposed tits.

“Bastard!” said Tyra.

“I’ve never seen magic like this!” said Lila.

Axrogol then reached his hand out and grabbed a handful of her tits. Tyra moaned, her sensitivity doing its work to make her feel exactly how she didn’t want to feel in that moment. Axrogol laughed.

“I could already tell your tits and ass were magnificent,” said Axrogol, “And sensitive too it seems. A ****’s tits, eager for the touch of men. Perhaps I overestimated your fighting prowess. No true warrior could have a body as slavelike as this.”

“Fuck you, asshole!” said Tyra, “I knew you were a coward but I didn’t expect you’d be this afraid to fight me like a man!”

“This is the second time you’ve tried to provoke me like that,” said Axrogol, “It won’t work. I much prefer facing you like this. Here, perhaps you’ll feel more comfortable with your panties off.”

Axrogol moved his hand about some more, commanding Tyra to stand. Tyra had to close her eyes and shield her shame as she bent over, grabbed her panties on both sides by the tips of her fingers, and was **** to sensually slide them down her legs, all while bending over more and more, showing her voluptuous ass off to Axrogol. Once she was done, he made her stand straight and face him again completely naked. Her arms shook, **** to cover her indecency but unable to. Tyra got angrier as she was reminded of her first day on the beach.

“Very good body,” said Axrogol, “As good as your friend’s here. The two of you will make wonderful slaves for my mistress.”

Tyra’s eyes shot open. Hearing the word ‘****’ again while thinking back to the show gave her a small semblance of an idea that she already regretted thinking of.

“You can’t do this!” said Tyra, “We’re already slaves!”

“What?” said Axrogol, the smile leaving his face.

“We belong to a different master,” said Tyra, “His name is Malgor. He has black hair and yellow eyes. He’s no doubt searching for us. If you take us, you’ll be stealing his property.”

Tyra sighed as she felt **** to proclaim her status as a **** to the dark lord just for the smallest chance of getting out of that situation. It simply felt like the most practical thing to do in a hopeless situation. Lila was surprised too that she’d use such a bargaining chip. Axrogol stroked his chin in thought for a moment.

“If he wishes for his property back, he can take it up with my mistress,” said Axrogol, “Until then, you can consider yourselves slaves to the devil queen!”

Tyra looked down, disappointed that nothing came out of that as demanding as it was to say. Axrogol then went over to the one **** man and kicked him until he startled awake.

“Chain this one up and link her to the redhead!” said Axrogol, “We have a long journey back!”

The man nodded obediently and scrambled up. Tyra could do nothing as she was collared and cuffed. Once she was chained up, she felt the magical influence on her body let go and she could once again control herself, though there was little she could do now restrained. She was led to Lila and her leash was attached to her collar. Axrogol mounted his lizard and took hold of Lila’s leash, forming a sort of chain gang between the two. The two stood naked, ready to be marched across the desert. They had no idea what they were going to do next.