Shairi's Apprenticeship.

It was not to be. Meritheir treated Shairi barely better than the many slaves that filled her tower as servants and pleasure toys. What magic Shairi had learned had been through observing her mistress, or snatched moments in the older woman’s library. Mostly, she had been set to do menial tasks – chanting mindless rites, or cleaning ritual spaces and potion bottles.

Meritheir had insisted that Shairi remain a virgin, going so far as to cast spells that made her pussy and arsehole impossible to penetrate. Shairi had no illusions as to her reasons for doing this – the blood or love-juices of a virgin were useful for many spells, and her mistress happily harvested her. Beyond this, she had no commitment to her ward’s chastity. In fact she often made Shairi serve the pleasure of her or her guests with her hands and mouth and breasts.

The last straw had come last night. Meritheir entertained many guests in her tower. Little did they know that the ancient structure was riddled with secret passages and spyholes. Shairi had discovered many of them, including some even her mistress didn’t know about. One allowed her to spy on her bedroom, and she often went their when Meritheir had guests – because she inevitably fucked them. Some she dominated, and those interested her only a little. But when she felt her guests were more powerful than her, or had something she wanted… then she eagerly submitted to their desires, letting them do whatever they wanted with her. It was those times that Shairi loved to watch, that made her sit her bare arse on the cold stone and stroke her pussy, her eye pressed to the spyhole as she watched her mistress being used. And there was always the chance of overhearing some interesting information, too.

That evening one Duke Broek had arrived – a powerful nobleman and, Shairi suspected, a wizard too. He was handsome enough, and the sound of his commanding voice made Shairi sure he would not be the one submitting. To her surprise, she was sent to her room early that night – she had expected Meritheir to make her suck off the duke or his guards, or to strip and pleasure herself for their entertainment. After waiting until she was sure they would have retired, Shairi crept down the passageway to see what her mistress was doing.

She was not disappointed. Her mistress’s shoulders were on the edge of the bed, but her hips were in the air and her feet were on Broek’s shoulders. And she was busily frigging her cunt with both hands, while the duke’s cock rammed into her arse. The sight was enough to make her immediately hitch up her skirt and begin running her fingers along her pussy, pressing into it until they reached the mystic barrier that guarded her hymen. She settled down to watch – and to listen to what they were saying.

“Bitch!” Broek snapped. “Whore! The girl had better be everything you say she is!”

“Ohhh!” Meritheir moaned. “She is, she is! A half-elf, and I’ve made sure you will be the one to take her virginity.” Shairi’s hand froze in mid motion as she heard that.

“And what would a cheap cockslut like you know about virginity? But if she is suitable, you’ll have what we agreed.”

“The artefact,” Meritheir gasped. “And – ooooh! – ten thousand gold pieces!” Shairi watched as her mistress convulsed, cumming from the combination of the hard arsefucking and the prospect of her reward. The Duke immediately flipped her over onto all fours and continued ploughing into her. Shairi watched for a moment longer, shivering as she stroked a wet finger over her clit. Then she stood up and stormed back down the secret passage.

She was furious at Meritheir trying to pimp her out. It wasn’t the prospect of losing her virginity – if anything, that excited her. She had wanted to indulge her lusts for quite a while, and had come to resent the spells that stopped her. She wouldn’t even object to the whoring – she certainly didn’t want to make it a career like her sisters, but she had no objection to it when she needed the money. But she was not an indiscriminate slut like her family – whoever she gave her maidenhood to, whether she gave her cherry away or sold it, it would be to a man she was attracted to in some way, and it would be her choice. And, of course, if her mistress sold her she was sure she’d never see a solitary copper of the money.

So, she was resolved. She would sleep for the night, and the next day she would leave the tower forever.