Pursha meets the Master of the Keys

Readner Frombold, magician of the third order, graduate of the College of Light Shadow and these days Master of the Keys, stood with rosy cheeks in front of the door and inspected the situation he faced with pinched lips. On the small bed to the left hand side from the door cowered one of the servant maids - he believed Wanna or Weena was her name - on her fours, staring at him with suspicious eyes. Something, that he judged as male semen after a quick glance and a haughty sniff, dripped down in small strands from between her legs, leaving milky stains on a crumpled bedsheat. Just in front of him stood apprentice mage Dolk Manda, the never-ending pest of his days and nights. The bothersome and disgunstingly unruly boy had just earned his most recent punishment for dumping his night bowl straight into a carefully tended bed of rare spice roses, and now he had nothing better to do, than fuck a kitchen wench - yeah, Weena, that was her name.

Breathing hard from righteous indignation, he gave his emotions free reign. "Dolk Manda! You terrible, insolent bastard. What have you done this time?" Not expecting an answer from one as stubborn as Dolk Manda, Master Readner continued with his tirade. "It ain't enough for you to ruin a precious set of flowers out there in the college yard." Master Readner waved a finger in a vague direction behind him. "No, you possess the impudence to engage yourself in carnal conduct with a servant maid, while your fellow students are working hard in the laboratories or in the classes to reach the grades in arcane sciences." Master Readner grunted from the effort to retain his most austere voice. "But this time, I tell you this only once, this time, you've overstepped your limits. I will, yes, that I will do, I will convince Headmaster Lastran to make a precedent and expell you from this noble College of arcane arts. Your inheritage will no longer protect you. These days will be the last days of Dolk Manda at the College of Light Shadow!" Again he waved an extended index finger, this time right in front of the sullen eyed student.

When the thus scolded apprentice mage didnt flinch nor move, Master Readner turned to the kitchen maid. "And you, wench, you have also spent the longest time at this fine school of arcance sciences. Flirty little girls like you wreak havoc with our poor pupils' minds all along. You're nothing but an unneeded distraction. If it was me to decide, I would never ever allow boys and girls without a single trace of arcane talent into the school. Not as kitchen staff, much less as household members. But even Master Lastran, with all his tolerance and forgiveness - may the lords of magic grant him a long life - will not, cannot, accept a trollop, that has nothing else to do but spread her legs for impertinent and rude pupils like this one here."

Readner Frombold noticed a flicker in the girl's eyes. Probably she finally started to grasp the consequences of her misconduct. Satisfied with his ability to strike awe into the hearts of even the most unruly staff members, his stance eased up a bit. He gave the wench another stern look, that he knew would make her consider twice before she would ever dare to breach the strict rules of the College of Light Shadow. As her looked her up, he couldn't help but notice, that she was really a cute, little thing. Maybe it was a shame to expell that one from school. "Haven't you something to say, regarding this mishap, girl?" he asked in a friendlier tone.

"S-sorry, Master. I... I don't know what overcame me. I suddenly felt the urge to come here and... oh, Master, please do not report me!"

The heart-breaking plea for mercy was not lost on him. A delicate string of forbearance was struck in his heart, and a sick suspicion came up form the rearguard of his thoughts. It might well be, that somebody had used magic to lure the girl into this trap. Immediately his anger subsided. Readner Frombold was about to give the wench leave to go, when Dolk Manda started to laugh.

"Now listen to that bitch! First she comes over to my cell, and begs me to get laid. And then she acts the shy maiden, using her charms to turn our cherished Master Readner's bollocks into pudding."

"How do you dare talking about me!" The magicians face turned from light rose to firey red in a hush. Obviously, that troublemaker was determined to pull all strings of misbehavior. Just to spite him, before he was cast from college. But Readner Frombolt was determined not to let him be taken off guard this time. But first he had to find a solution for the kitchen wench.

"You! Dress up!" he shouted as he turned towards her. "You will go to my office and wait for me there, until I am done with my interrogations with mister smart guy here." He took a key from the bunch of keys at his belt and handed it to the girl. "Here, take that key. It will unlock the door to my office and override any magical alarms you might trigger on your way." He presented the key with his extended hand.

The girl frowned and eyed the key suspiciously. Again that flicker in her eyes, which burned in a strange, dark way. For a heartbeat Readner had a very bad feeling about leaving that key to that girl. But before the feeling sank deeper, she snatched the key from his hand with swift fingers. Nimbly she jumped off the bed, straightened her skirt over her lush hips and headed out of the room. When she slipped past him, her hips grazed his side - enough to make him shudder slightly. He bit on his lips, not to show the lass the emotions she had caused - after all he was a listed master of the college. Then she was gone. But strangely, even after she had left the room for good, he couldn't erase the sight of her gorgeous curves, her swaying hips and ripe tits from his mind. He really would have to take a closer look to that wench. But first he must deal with Dolk Manda.

"So, and what should I do with a cheeky brat like you? You bewitched that poor girl, did you? I ask you to confess!"

The misfit snorted. With mocking eyes he looked at the Master of the Keys. "For what I know, I don't have to care. Whatever you blabber, I give a damned shit about. You can give me impositions as you want: I laugh at you. There are many things you know a damned fart about, but one thing you really ought to know: I'd gladly look for the day Master Lastran kicked me out of this damned pisshole."

"You... you... you insolent brat!" Master readner stammered. That anybody dared to call the holy College of Light Shadow a 'damned pisshole'! "You will have to answer to your transgressions. I promise!"

Faster than any of the two would have expected, Master Readner moved his fingers in a quick pattern of arcane symbols and said: "Razgar ma lima barriar globularis!"

The pupil tried to interrupt the Master's spell, but he was too late. Sweating from this unexpected outbreak of magic, Readner Frombolt took one, two steps back until the door was against his rear. With trembling fingers he fumbled for the doorknob. As he opened the door, he wiped sweat from his face with his other hand. "You will... stay here, until... until your elders will decided how to deal with your insolence. You won't be able to break my spell. For after all, I am a magician of third order, and you're not. Try to break free from your cell. You'll just waste your energies on a futile task. Maybe that will make you think about how you want to deal with this place, its rules and its members for once and ever."

Then Master Readner slipped out of the door and left Dolk Manda to brooding again in his dark, gloomy chamber. As he straightened his clothes and robe of office, Readner Frombolt took a deep breath. It had been quite some time, since he had cast such a powerful spell the last time. It was good to know that he still did have the skills of his order. However, the rare application of third degree magic had drained his seldomly tapped at resources. He sighed and enjoyed the idea of a cool mug of draft beer from the college's own brewery. But first he had to deal with the serving wench... and her amazingly luscious curves.