Conan awoke with a heavy head from the sleep he emerged from, several hard minutes passing before he fully recovered from this lethargy to finally achieve this position enchained on an eerily cold black stone altar. Conan finally begin to remember the thread of events that had led him to this situation, when crossing the mountains between the provinces of Nemedia and Aquilonia he was surprised by a storm and somehow managed to find refuge in a tower visibly abandoned for several years, at least that's what it seemed to him, but what a surprise to discover a fire in the hearth of the fireplace, a table filled with food and a magnificent mug of beer.
Conan feel a curiosity for this place, why and for whom this meal could have been prepared? Did the occupant(s) of this place make this feast especially for the purpose of traveling and if so, their intentions towards them...
Conan finally decided to taste the dishes on the table to make sure they weren't poisoned but he didn't feel any bitterness in any of the dishes, however this tasting had dried up his palate and he drank the mug of beer. a shot before using it again a second before starting to eat copiously.
After a meal rich in meat and beer, Conan set out to discover the tower in the hope of finding the occupants of the premises or else a place to be able to sleep peacefully until the morning. After a few minutes of walking and an unsuccessful search to thank the person who had prepared his meal, fatigue began to overtake him, a fatigue that he attributed to the long crossing in the mountains since his departure, but this torpor that beginning to take it does not seem to him to be the result of the surplus of the efforts accumulated… Suddenly, a voice ended up taking it out of its reflections and it was to discover the resident of the places in front of him!
"Welcome to you, judging by your clothes you must be a Cimmerian." It's been ages since I've had fun with a member of your people, young barbarian. »
Conan, still under the combined shock of the discovery and the fatigue, can't help but let this amazement show through to the old man who seemed delighted with the effect he had suddenly caused in him.
“But tell me my young guest, what is your name and how did you find the hospitality of my humble abode? I pride myself on wanting to be an irreproachable host… But what is your name? »
Conan pulled himself together and then gave him his name before telling him that if he wanted to be reimbursed, it was useless to ask him anything because the purse did not contain enough gold to compensate him, to which the man laughed, which annoyed Conan even more than if he had simply insulted him.
"Let's see my young guest, I am an old hermit who lives far from all this kind of purely material concept. No, but on the other hand I suggest that you drink the contents of this vial of sleep if you wish to compensate me for the efforts I have made to be a pleasant guest.
Conan took a step back at the sight of the vial, preparing to draw his sword but before he could do anything, he felt his strength begin to leave him and collapsed into sleep...
"How did you find my Conan beer?" Then said the old madman with a voice that betrayed a mixture of fun and excitement... With a wave of his hand, invisible filaments sprang out of nowhere to wrap themselves around the wrists, ankles and torso of Conan, the whole thing would have been the strangest puppeteer act Conan could have seen if by then his mind hadn't already been wandering into much nicer dreams. The old mage then took his new prisoner to the altar chamber and placed the muscular body of the barbarian on the black stone altar, the whole set of movements that followed seemed to have already been performed multiple times with close care. of perfection, the filaments explored every corner of Conan's body to strip the few clothes he wore, the old magician reveled in every moment, he took off the boots and began to sniff the delicate smoke of the feet of the harsh barbarian several days climbing the frozen mountain.
"Here is a perfume that I had not had the opportunity to taste for too long, what a happy coincidence that the gods decided to send you to my home, do not worry young Cimmerian, I feel that we will have fun… Too bad you can't hear me. »
Powerful black handcuffs come out from under the altar to come and tie the wrists and ankles of Conan now totally helpless and naked under the hands of a mysterious lustful old man who fondles his penis while his mind feasts on an induced lustful dream by the power of the alchemical essence of Lotus flowers.
***
Reality slammed into Conan as hard as a punch to the base of his skull!
Such are the risks of consuming extracts of lotus flower essences, some men have been driven mad by the fault of an incorrect dosage of one of the many varieties of this flower, apothecaries and alchemists jealously guard their secrets .
Conan now realizes the whole of this situation in which, naked on the cool stone, tied without means of protection and grappling with what seemed to him like a perverse wizard.
“By Crom, why do mages and wizards always have their minds twisted by your damned magic!? shouted Conan who was now in possession of his wits again.
"What do you want from me old fool put to a quick death when I've freed myself from your chains..."
He had pulled with all his strength in the hope of breaking a chain, but he quickly realized that right away it seemed totally impossible and that he would only be wasting his strength, so decided that in his strong interior it It was very difficult for him for that pride of having to resolve to wait for a better opportunity to try a new maneuver to escape!
“No need to try to break your chains, but it seems to me that you have already understood it! You have experienced many adventures and complicated situations as evidenced by your many scars that you approach on your feline musculature. » With an innocuous gesture of the hand, the sorcerer made appear the thin shiny filaments of a weak blue aura which agglutinated in indistinct masses then finally took the form of hands, the sorcerer had taken advantage of this moment to go and look for a vial containing a clear, transparent liquid with greasy textures. Conan missed not a crumb of the activities of his jailer trying somehow to apprehend what the old fool could be preparing! There was a response soon enough when one of the flying hands took the vial and began pouring the contents generously over Conan, the contact with the oil on his skin was not cold or hot as it might have been. wait, the hands had already rubbed to meet uniforms on his body. That feeling felt nice and Conan scolded a sigh of relaxation that almost inadvertently escaped him, but he already knew that what followed couldn't be nice to him given the many assurances the wizard had taken.
The wizard began to speak to Conan in a calm tone, "Don't worry barbarian, I won't hurt you too much and you may enjoy this experience" while letting his fingers move back and forth along the arch of his left foot. Conan struggled against this feeling of tickling on his sole, he tried hard he couldn't remember such a moment during all his years!
“And what are you going to do with me wizard, abuse me on this stone! You dirty…”
But before Conan had time to finish that sentence, one of the hands had come to rest on Conan's mouth in a blue flash, surprise and irritation flushed his face now unable to speak.
"Don't be a common barbarian, I'll only take a tiny amount of your life force, but you're young and strong. Don't worry, it will be painless!
At his words, Conan already pissed off enough by the situation struggled again against his chains, but despite all the vehemence of his gesticulations he ended up exhausting himself a little more with each attempt. It then seemed obvious to him that the magic was once again at work and that the metal constituting his attachments was not simple iron!
" Good ! Now that everything is finally ready, we can start having fun, don't worry! I wouldn't be too cruel to you...
At his words, the hands started a broom on the skin of Conan who couldn't help laughing, the sounds of his voice still muffled by his gag. The hands explored hidden parcels of her body in search of the most sensitive areas of her anatomy. Conan's heavy chest was heaving at the frantic pace of the magical hands preventing him from completely taking his breath away. In all his years of roaming the seas and the lands Conan had already encountered plethora of wicked mages and wizards, though in his mind the two words were never far from each other, but he never did. was to find himself confronted with an adversary as well prepared and dangerous, to add to that the dishonor of being totally at the mercy of a frail old man!
But in those days, it was deadly dangerous to trust appearances and all arcane wielders were a threat never to be underestimated.
“By Crom… How long… will this torture continue!! »
Conan du faire calls upon all that strength of concentration in a superhuman effort to manage to form this thought, his face streaked with beads of sweat and an expression mixing both the anger and the frustration of a man trying to grit his teeth to don't laugh out loud. The magic hands were moved by a kind of sadistic ingenuity, most by now were concentrated in the areas of the ribs, armpits and thighs and… her feet! His mind hadn't realized some subtle change in sensation when the old wizard had started languidly sucking on his toes, he now found that his toes had been bound by wires to prevent him from bending them over in meager hope. protected them from the hot and moist tongue of the wizard who seemed to be at the gates of ecstasy! The feeling was not strictly speaking unpleasant, in other circumstances he might have been able to fully appreciate it, but his Cimmerian honor prevented him from admitting to taking pleasure in such a moment.
A translucent sphere appeared at the level of his belly with what seemed to him to be... A mouth, the opening also having a tongue, with the only difference that no creature would have been, according to Conan, capable of taking such a form as the one in front of him!
The mouth ended up closing in amazement on his penis, at that moment a cold and pleasant discharge that surpassed in power all those he had known in this life, the tongue performing the most incredible contortions on his penis and the Sucking on his cock made him moan he couldn't suppress, Conan's face flushed with shame at the pleasure he was feeling. Welded he felt a slight movement at the level of his anus, a hand had begun to sneak in and fingering to sink gently to find that prostate! Conan was dizzy at the avalanche of information his mind had to process, pleasure beginning to take precedence over any semblance of reasoning, the ecstasy of the moment seeing itself on his sweaty face! The gag had also undergone a change and taken the form of a penis which began to perform series of back and forth in Conan's mouth without the latter being able or even trying to block it. it's racing down to his throat, Conan felt a pressure rising in him, any moment he was finally going to come, the combined actions had succeeded in breaking down all the psychic barriers and now he only wanted one only thing, to ejaculate with pleasure! A long hoarse cry rose in Conan's throat as he finally came, the spherical mouth not letting a single drop of that semen escape his insatiable appetite, but Conan felt a lukewarm liquid flow into it. throat, the situation fell, Conan felt exhausted by the experience he had just lived.
The sphere that contained Conan's sperm began to shrink in a series of faint flashes of light that caught his eye on the sight, it was now the size of an apple in the palm of the wizard's hand, he then carried the sphere and swallow it, much to Conan's astonishment!
“Thank you for your kind barbaric contribution, I can already feel your strength starting to flow through my whole body! »
As if by some miracle, the old and tired looking wizard seemed to have reversed the effects of time and was beginning to look like a man in the prime of life, his white hair turning jet black and his muscles regaining their full power. , by certain aspect of the new person who is now in front of him, Conan had the impression of seeing a double of himself!
“Intrigued barbarian, I read your mind and I'm amazed that you are so perceptive despite having drunk a dose of lotus flower contained in the gag…haha! Yes, in a way I took on some of the traits by absorbing some of your life essence, the propeller of life as the ancients called it! »
Conan, taken on by drugs and fatigue, could no longer concentrate and could only formulate a barely audible half-sentence before collapsing back into sleep: "And... now... What are you going to do with me? ?…”
"For the moment sleep barbarian, I had fun with you and I want you to be fully back in shape for what awaits you" After many years in this tower far from everything, fate had guided in his daughter a descendant of the people of the Atlanteans.
***
Conan, still plunged into lethargy, was transported to a dream of a distant past of the pre-cataclysmic ages, saw parade in a kaleidoscope of cities with gargantuan towers rising towards the heavens, cosmic horrors clashing in battles with galactic proportions... All these images swirled in his mind without his being able to grasp their meaning, he ended up losing his balance and calm fell on this sea black and placid as ink, only agitated of some waves provoked by that own presence.
"What you have seen is part of the collective memory of humanity..."
After the surprise, Conan nevertheless managed to collect enough on himself to be able to answer: “Who are you then? I had enough trouble to have to fight with ghosts from the past…” The words were forming in his head in such a simple and spontaneous way that they seemed to him to come from a totally different person!
"All the descendants of the Atlantean people carry within them a piece of the collective memory, it is part of the depths of your being like your father and his father before him..."
This voice began to be unpleasantly familiar to Conan's ears. He recognized the wizard's voice although it seemed to him to be stronger.
The dream blurred like a wash inkblot before Conan awoke with a start, he was lying in a plain-walled room with no window, which suggests Conan had the unpleasant foreboding of being trapped like a rat. He tried to get up but something prevented him from performing this maneuver, indeed the latter was restrained by a heavy device of harness of black leather encircling his arms, his torso and his legs, Conan realizing that the wizard had probably not finished with him and he feared what the future would hold for him, but a part of him had felt a strange pleasure then said a small voice in his head which caused a small tremor all along his spine, how could he had fun, he who had never known that the pleasures of the pulpit with women! The room wasn't as empty as it first seemed to him as silver orbs floated above his head and began to wiggle without taking any definite shape.
"Another bad trick from that cursed wizard..." Until that moment, he realized he had never thought of asking his host's name.
Shortly after waking up, the wizard made a door appear in one of the walls of the room, Conan barely recognized the man if his clothes had not remained the same, the latter seemed to have rejuvenated about twenty years. At the very least, the man's appearance reminded him of an older version of him or even his grandfather.
“I see that you have finally regained consciousness, it would have been very regrettable to me that you did not resist a minimum longer barbarian, I intend to have fun with you a little longer! he said with a thinly veiled note of mockery.
Conan knew very well that anger would have been of no use to him at that time, so he swallowed that pride already well manhandled by the events still alive in his mind! He looked like his calm so as not to betray his irritation in front of this man who seemed to dominate him from every angle.
"How long are you going to keep me here?" I warn you that I won't be so easy to hold captive now that I've recovered my strength! »
“It will no longer be useful for me to hold you back now, I have engraved the runes of obedience in your pulpit, henceforth it is impossible for you to go against my orders! » In a snap of the fingers the heavy straps which held Conan were detached for the greatest stupefaction of Conan! The latter got up not his some apprehension for what the future could hold for him, he then took a quick decision and rushed in order to hit the mage with all the brutality that was then allowed to him! The wizard did not move, however, and when he was about to receive a punch in the face, Conan stopped short and blue symbols shone on the surface of his skin!
“As I suspected, you are definitely a very interesting Conan! Did you really think you could hit me or were you testing my magic!?
Frustration was on Conan's face!
“Not at all! I just wanted to satisfy an urge, it's been itching in my right wrist for a wizard moment! »
"I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Baal, but you might as well call me Master!" » Always with a bantering tone which seemed to displease Conan.
"Anyway, you tried to hurt me, such behavior deserves a punishment worthy of the fault!" So follow me…” At his words, Conan had no choice but to comply and his body then began to follow the sorcerer Baal down a long corridor to arrive in a very dimly lit room with a floating metallic sphere a few centimeters from the ground and various instruments which all seem more strange than each other but which evoked nothing good for the Cimmerian. The sphere stirred and the material that made it seem to be the same as the orb present in Conan's room when he woke up, finally the shape that the object took stabilized to take the shape of a circle
"Now lay down here and place your arms above your head and your legs wide apart!" Baal's voice hissed at him.
Conan struggled with all his strength to counter the movement of his body but an imperious voice topped him to carry out the order, he found himself tied up again despite all that resistance...
“Why are you tying me up again? With your magic you could master me as you see fit without me being able to!? Conan wanted to make Baal talk to know the secret behind the enchantment and find a loophole!
“I could indeed break your spirit with this magic and make you a lifeless doll, but I will not take any pleasure from it anymore and then I find it more aesthetically pleasing! This time Baal didn't seem to be taking it lightly anymore and Conan was surprised by the change in tone in that.
“Are you going to inflict pain on me, physical pain to punish me? I have already known many executioners, it will take a lot more to…” You see, the vivid memory of the first experience is interrupted, was Baal about to start again!?
" Nope ! No… not yet » Conan suspected that his protests would not change the treatment that Baal was going to subject him to.
"Don't worry barbarian, I'll just tickle you, for now..." The features distorted by a grin unbearable for Conan.
"I swear I'll make you pay dearly for it, old pervert!" "Conan grumbled his teeth clenching as he tried to resist Baal's fingers that roamed the arch of his soles.
I haven't had the opportunity to have fun with a Cimmerian in ages, I hope you enjoy your punishment. Conan's feet could no longer move freely, the metal material now forming a straitjacket around his toes leaving them exposed, unknown tools came and went over his soles and his whole body, the feeling of discomfort quickly changed to scratching then uncontrollable laughter.
" Nope ! Please stop! Hahahaha” Conan couldn't manage to laugh out loud, his feet weren't the only tickled spot, his armpits, his ribs and his belly were now the playground of Baal who could give free rein to his desires. Totally helpless Conan had to content himself with suffering in the hope of seeing his torture come to an end quickly, the wizard could not make him suffer this indefinitely…!? This thought frightened him but a small part of him felt a form of excitement, absorbed by this incipient dissonance in his head, he had not realized that Baal had gone up along his body to come higher on his body to take an interest in that chest, he had a chain with clips at each end.
What new devilry is he going to put her through!?
Baal set the clamps on Conan's nipples, the bite of the cold metal on his chest made him clench his teeth, although the feeling was painful Conan also felt a pleasure like he had never felt before! During his early years as a thief in Shadizar City, he had seen such strange sights of debauched priests at orgies, but he had never imagined himself having such an experience. "I see that you seem to greatly appreciate the treatment I have in store for you" Baal would be Conan's cock throbbing in the wizard's hand, Conan was red-faced from both the infamy and the excitement he felt simultaneously , he would have liked at that moment to be able to ejaculate to let all that frustration out of him, he was persuaded that this is what Baal was going to do but instead the wizard let go of his penis and placed it just above to pronounce a form that Conan would not have been able to transcribe clearly and a magic circle appeared around his sex! "Here, with this you will be unable to enjoy, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until I decide otherwise my poor Conan! » This new reversal was a blow for Conan still more disconcerted by the bad tricks of the wizard. “I will leave you to enjoy your punishment for a few hours, I hope that when I return you will be more cooperative barbarian! As the wizard walked away, the matter Conan was standing on stirred and began to close in on him, his body was now almost entirely absorbed and he felt thousands of small tools stirring against him continuing to tickling, was that the real punishment Baal had promised? Conan was now totally locked and obligated in this suffocating tickle cocoon and left to himself in the dark with only his own mind for company.
