Comet and the Brothers
By Big Brother Alan - BigBrother-Alan@earthlink.net
The Karzog Brothers lay a trap for Comet


Part One - An evil

Aurora had fallen asleep, peacefully enjoying the warmth of her bed with her
husband right next to her. She was just beginning to sleep when she felt
herself transporting. She snapped to wakeful attention. She was disoriented
and confused. When she came to rest, she was standing in a narrow hallway and
she was immediately flung into a chamber and onto a canopy bed. The light was
a sickly green color and only partially illuminated the room. A door crashed
shut behind her.

She immediately stood, her feet feeling the cold and clammy stone floor
underneath the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed was a man she didn't
recognize. "Who are you? Why did you bring me here?" The man didn't say a word
but continued to leer at Aurora's naked body. Feeling his eyes upon her bare
skin, Aurora became self-consciously aware of her nudity but she was a much
stronger and more experienced witch than she had been a few short weeks ago.
She didn't flinch or attempt to cover herself but instead, stood defiantly
before her kidnapper. "Speak, worm. What's the meaning of this?"

Keel opened his mouth to speak. "It's quite simple. I want you. If my
brother's as clever as I think, I'll have to physically hold you down to rape
you. If he isn't so clever, well, you're free to go."

Perplexed by this, Aurora let out an annoyed "tsk" and concentrated on her
bedchamber. She was going to leave this crackpot to his fantasies and
transport back home. She began to fade - the normal beginning of a transport
spell - but the fading stopped and nothing else happened. She had never
experienced difficulties transporting before so it worried her. She tried
again. Nothing. Alarmed, Aurora walked to the only door in the room, a heavy
wooden door with a rounded top held together by large iron bands. She pulled
on the metal ring that acted as its latch but it was firmly bolted. She tried
to magically unbolt the door and she heard a feeble rattling but still her
magic failed her. She tried various spells and charms but nothing seemed to
work.

She let out a scream as she turned to find Keel standing right behind her. He
grabbed her with both arms and picked her up to carry her to the bed. She
flailed at him, kicking her legs and hitting him on the face and head. He
threw her onto the bed and clambered onto her. She kicked out and landed a
heel to his jaw. He was momentarily dazed but he slapped her across the face.
He stood up to disrobe. He massaged his cock, trying to bring himself an
erection. Aurora looked on in horror.

"Not again," she thought. Only a few weeks ago she had been brutally raped by
Polaris as her husband was made to watch. She had survived the humiliating
ordeal and had even grown from it, having tripled her previous magical power
when it was all settled. But it was not something she wanted to repeat and her
worrisome lack of magic frightened her as much as the threat of another rape.

Keel dropped onto his knees on the bed in front of her and Aurora kicked and
swung her arms wildly in all directions at him. They fought like this for
several moments before Keel decided to change his strategy. He grabbed her arm
and yanked her to her feet. He bodily picked her up again as she flailed and
kicked like an angry cat. She scratched and cut him in several places and his
anger began to rise. But he threw her face-down over the back of an armchair
and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Keel pushed her head down low with one hand
as he stroked his penis with his other. Aurora kicked her legs wildly and she
tried to use her arms to either push herself to an upright position or crawl
all the way over the chair. But she was unable to do either and she felt
Keel's now-stiff penis probing between her legs. Keel rubbed the tip of his
cock back and forth across her labia and Aurora fought back tears as she felt
him enter her. In two or three thrusting strokes he had entered her
completely. He raped her remorselessly and seemed to derive added pleasure
from her struggles and her muffled sobs.

After he had finally cum and slowed his thrusting, Keel slumped over Aurora's
back, breathing heavily on her spine. Then he disengaged himself, stood up,
approached the door, and banged on it a few times. There was a sound of
scraping and the door opened. Keel passed through and Aurora heard him say,
"You idiot. There's something wrong. She almost transported out." The door
banged shut again and locked with the sound of a large beam falling in place
on the other side.

Part Two - Two Weeks Before

My brother Keel thinks he smells an opportunity but I'm not so sure. Stories
are flying that the demise of Polaris was caused by an ancient and
undetectable witch named Comet. I have read and studied and researched until
my brain hurts but I find nothing whatsoever about this Comet. Is it true? Who
is she? How can we find her? And most importantly, how can we take her magic
from her?

If Keel's mind probes are accurate, this witch Comet is able to hide herself
beyond even the most powerful prying eyes. She can hide places too. Quinta
tried to transport herself to Greenbed, Comet's mountain meadow, but she was
unsuccessful, merely bouncing back to her starting position. They can't all be
wrong. There were eight witnesses to Polaris' destruction. Those we have
probed all have clear memories of Greenbed's grassy bowl-shaped meadow and its
snow- capped mountain peaks. And the massive stones in the center. It fits no
description of anything I have been able to find in all my books and scrolls.

Comet can summon people to her, even powerful warlocks like Polaris. That kind
of magic is beyond anything I've ever come across except in fiction. Her
transforming magic is very advanced. Some wizards spend their entire lives
changing their appearance and it costs them dearly in spent magic. But Comet
seems to be able to transform things quickly and effortlessly.

None of the eight witnesses could have defeated Polaris. All eight together
couldn't have defeated him. Were there more perhaps? No, the memories were
clear. Polaris had defeated this Comet and was raping her. She was helpless in
his power. He was raping her and beating her and slashing her until her blood
stained the rocks and ground. And Polaris had even subdued the eight witnesses
almost casually as he ravaged and ravished Comet.

But the memories were clear. Even as Comet was teetering on the brink of death
she overpowered him and threw him off. And then she dismantled his magic and
doled it out to the others. How did she do it? We must have this power. We
must have her magic.

There is a power grab going on among the powerful wizards and witches. Whoever
comes out on top will earn luxury and wealth beyond measure. And if a witch
comes out on top she will surely seek to steal the freedoms of the wizards.
That's where we come in. I am Koor. My brother is Keel. Koor and Keel Karzog.
We are by no means among the most powerful wizards competing for control. But
that is our weapon. No one else will worry about us. They will fight and
weaken themselves and look to their powerful neighbors with a suspicious eye
while we learn how to steal other's magic.

But our problem is how to find a very powerful and ancient witch who doesn't
want to be found. And once we find her how do we learn her secrets? By the
sound of it, she could easily destroy us both. Polaris subdued her but he was
arrogant and careless. He must have let his guard down. Comet must have sensed
an opening and exploited it. We will not make that mistake.

Part Three - One Week Before

Koor doesn't think big enough. He lacks ambition. It's a good thing I watch
out for him or else he would wind up being someone's whipping boy. But he has
his skills. He is quite clever. Once I told him our plan of finding Comet and
taking her magic he went to work to learn all he could about her. And even
though he thinks we have reached a dead-end, the answer is right under his
nose. It'll be up to him to work out the details once I reveal it to him. He
has already told me what we need to do.

Koor thinks we can't find Comet. Okay, fine. We'll lure her to us, then.
Polaris managed it through his evil deeds. We can be evil, too. We'll visit
evil upon an innocent victim and if Comet acts according to plan, she'll find
us.

Koor thinks we can't defeat her since she took apart Polaris. He's probably
right but he doesn't think outside the ordinary. He's so linear. She has
protected her precious Greenbed from prying eyes and she successfully hides
from the most powerful magic. She essentially creates places where certain
magic doesn't work. We need to create a place of our own where her magic is
useless.

Koor can figure that out. He's very clever when he has the proper guidance. He
can work out how to diminish her powers so that we can subdue her and learn
from her. And I'll take care of the more enjoyable part, visiting evil upon
the innocent.

Part Four- The Night Before

Sometimes I think Keel is crazy. He came to me with his risky plan to capture
and subdue Comet and I just shrugged it off as a sign of his demented ravings.
But to humor him I learned as much as I could about Comet, thinking he would
drop it. She is much too powerful for us. But then Keel wanted me to create a
place where magic can't reach. I was skeptical from the outset but I think
I've actually done it.

It is a dark and gloomy place but that can't be helped. In my researches I
came across something called Kingstones that act as privacy barriers for the
person holding one. A Kingstone is an ordinary stone that has spent the night
under a king's pillow while the king slept a dream-filled night. An
incantation placed upon the stone allows it to soak up the king's dreams and
gives it the property of shielding the king from prying eyes or eavesdropping
ears. They are fairly rare since wizards haven't had kings since the fifteenth
century. But sometimes wizards are so stupid. There's no reason a Kingstone
can't be created from an ordinary king. It was quite simple for me to
transport myself into the bedchamber of the king of Saudi Arabia and charm him
into a dream-filled night. He is old and never even knew I was there. I now
have seventeen Kingstones.

But my Kingstones were only good for privacy. They only blocked simple prying
magic in a very small radius around them. I needed something to enhance them
and I found it in a most unlikely place. Wizards have known for thousands of
years that love potions make people fall in love. Most wizards never really
ask how they work. But I know. Love potions enhance the qualities of the
person for whom they are created. By brewing a special love potion I was able
to enhance my Kingstones, which now bog down all magic within their area of
influence. They can't really stop magic but they slow it down and send it off
in oddball directions. A wizard would have to be very patient indeed for his
magic to accomplish anything.

I have created a chamber deep in the lowest dungeons of our castle. I have
surrounded this chamber with my Kingstones, immersed in my specially
formulated love potion. Some Kingstones I buried underneath the stone floor.
Others are encased in the stone ceiling and walls. My seventeen Kingstones
only allowed me to make one magic proof chamber. To make it bigger would
require many, many more.

To test it properly requires someone not involved in our project. I have tried
my own magic and it doesn't work in the room but a witch being abused might be
able to summon more magic than me. And besides, Keel wants to get on with his
end of the plan. He intends to steal into the bedchamber of a young woman he
knows, Aurora, one of the witnesses to Polaris's destruction, and transport
here with her. We have set up a bed. Not only will he want it to rape his
victim, he'll have to stay there or risk being summoned by Comet. Once his
plan is well underway and Comet learns of his deeds he mustn't risk being
hauled away. She must come here for our plan to work.

Part Five - The Evil Grows

Aurora was kept in the Karzog brother's dungeon for six days. Koor argued that
they could have let her go after the first night but Keel said that he wanted
to be sure his misdeeds were sufficient to lure Comet. There may have been
some logic to Keel's reasoning but Koor suspected his brother was simply
enjoying his ravishing ways and didn't want them to end. Also, once they let
Aurora leave, Keel had to spend his days waiting in the chamber. Surely he
didn't relish the idea of imprisoning himself even if it was for a
pragmatically evil cause.

Koor had also spent the next few days trying to learn why Aurora was nearly
able to transport herself away. After scouring the dungeon, he found a beetle,
and a tiny ray of very diffuse outside daylight filtering in through a crack
in the mortar in one far high corner. He had learned that witches derive some
of their magic from light and from certain living things like beetles, bees,
and dragonflies. It was a simple matter of blocking the crack and removing the
beetle and their dungeon was made to completely block almost all magic.

Keel may have been enjoying Aurora's body but he was paying for it. She was
becoming more and more adept at resisting him. Each time he entered the
chamber he was met with an instant barrage of fists and fingernails and feet.
Keel was unused to doing things of a physical nature and he found the
exertions required to subdue Aurora to be over-strenuous. Koor noticed that
his brother was turning black and blue and he wondered if Comet might think
they were the ones needing rescue from evil.

On the seventh day of her captivity Keel asked for Koor's help in the dungeon.
Koor hesitated but his brother scowled at him and Koor followed dutifully. As
soon as Keel entered Aurora jumped up from the bed to attack him. Koor
flinched but Keel admonished him. "Help me, you idiot. Hold her arms."
Aurora's fists were pounding on Keel's head and neck as he tried to tackle her
to the bed. Koor wasn't sure what to do so he gingerly approached from the
side. Aurora swung madly and belted Koor across the face. He was so shocked
and surprised that he turned and raised his arms to shield his head. Keel's
head was down and he thought Koor was holding her. So he loosened his grip
around her waist to get a better hold. When he did, she managed to knee him on
the groin and he drew his arms inward.

Aurora wiggled free and flew toward the unlocked door. Keel was on her heels
as she reached the door. She yanked as hard as she could on the heavy wooden
door but Keel had his arms around her ankles before she could pass through.
"Koor, quick. Grab her. Get her arms." Koor was able to get behind Aurora and
with his arms around her chest and Keel on her feet they were able to lift and
carry her to the bed. They rolled her face-down on the bed and Keel sat on her
while holding both her hands together above her head. "Get some rope. I've had
enough of this."

Koor returned with a length of rope and they tied Aurora's hands together.
Keel sent his brother for a metal hook and more rope. Koor returned and looped
the rope through one of the many metal rings mortared into the ceiling. Having
been a real dungeon this room was equipped with many such attachment points.
They tied the hook to the rope dangling from the ceiling and hung Aurora's
tied hands on the hook. Keel took great pleasure in bodily hoisting Aurora off
the bed and into the air. He tied off the rope and she was hanging by her
hands, her toes just barely able to reach the floor.

"You'll never hit or scratch me again, witch. I hope you enjoy your new
position because you're going to be there a while. When I come back, I'll give
a choice. You can either lie peacefully on the bed with your legs spread or
you can stay where you are." With those words Keel and Koor stormed out to
nurse their wounds.

Keel wanted to wait at least four hours before re-entering. But he was
steaming and storming the whole time. He couldn't seem to calm down and Koor
avoided him. Keel paced back and forth muttering to himself. "Damned bitch...
I haven't treated her nearly so bad as Polaris... Ingrate... She has it
good... She should be glad I haven't beat her..." And the more he stewed the
more worked up he became. After a very long four hours Keel entered the
dungeon once more to check on Aurora.

She was in agony. Her feet and toes had long since tired out from holding her
weight and she had slumped. But the entirety of her weight on the ropes around
her wrists had caused indescribable pain. She had alternated between standing
on her toes and dangling by her wrists but neither option provided any comfort
or relief.

"Witch, are you ready to cooperate?" Aurora said nothing so Keel moved to her
front. Her head was slumped to her chest, so weary and sore she had become.
"Answer me. If you're willing to lie immobile on the bed I'll take you down."
She still said nothing. Keel reached up to lift her chin. She glared at him
with venom. He slowly ran the fingers of his left hand down her neck. The
backs of his fingers were lightly tracing a line between her breasts. He
rotated his hand and cupped it over her right breast and moved closer to put
his right hand behind her back to draw her closer.

She came to life and kicked him squarely in the groin with her right knee,
followed by a flurry of flailing kicks that landed all over his upper body. He
staggered back, raging with anger. He raced out of the room with an evil
intent. When he returned a few minutes later Aurora couldn't see him. He
approached from behind and he was making cracking noises with a light whip he
had brought. The whip had a wooden handle about ten inches long. On the end
were attached about a dozen thin rubber strips. Each strip was about two feet
long and a quarter inch wide.

He swished it through the air a few times and he gently draped it over her
shoulder so she could see it. The rubber strips fell caressingly over her left
breast and he slowly drew it back so that the strips tickled and caught at her
skin as they crawled up and over her breast and shoulder. He strolled around
to her front and smacked himself in the hand with the whip once or twice so
she could see it and hear it. Reaching out, he gently flicked the whip toward
her upper thighs and bush. He let it lightly swing around her hip, the tips of
the rubber sweetly kissing her ass. He swung it upwards so that the rubber
tips of the whip bumped against the undersides of her breasts.

Aurora was afraid. She had never been scourged before but she fully realized
that a great deal of pain was involved. Keel didn't want to permanently scar
her or else he would have chosen a leather whip or worse. The rubber would
hurt. It would even raise red welts where it landed. But it wouldn't draw
blood unless he used it excessively in the same spot. But his decision not to
scar her or draw blood was not out of kindness. No, it was a kind of greedy
and leering selfishness that led Keel to choose this weapon. He wanted to rape
her. He wanted to possess her body and he wanted her body to be beautiful, not
bloody and raw. He wanted her to become pliant in his hands and without the
use of magic his sadistic nature led him to use brutal force to subdue her.

Standing in front of her, Keel asked one more time, "Witch, are you ready to
cooperate or must I whip you?" By way of answer she spat at him and kicked
wildly with both her feet. Keel moved behind her and paused a moment quietly
to let the impact of her impending whipping sink in. He heard her breath
become shallow as if she were bracing for the pain. He waited a moment longer
to prolong her fear of the unknown. And then, when he saw her shoulders and
upper body shaking from fear and agony, he lashed out at her. The whip made a
slashing noise as it whizzed through the air and a sharp smack as the rubber
strips stretched and wrapped themselves around the sweet curves of Aurora's
ass.

The pain was intense and sent sharp flashes of light through Aurora's mind.
Her teeth clenched sharply and she shrieked. Keel waited a moment and then
whipped her a second time, this lash wrapping around her upper ribs and
curling around to her right breast. She was already sobbing uncontrollably and
even though she was brave and strong, she was alone and frightened and
helpless. The sickly green light made it seem so much more horrible and not
knowing how long her whipping would last made it impossible to pace herself
through the pain.

Keel lashed at her upper thighs and then another at her ass. He brought down
two quick blows to her shoulders, but only after carefully tying up her hair
and draping it forward over her chest. Aurora was in agony. Her body was
stinging and she felt her nerves tingling and throbbing, overly sensitive as
if to sharpen the pain of the next lash. The sadist Keel paused as if he were
done but it was only to fool her. As quietly as a mouse he waited, listening
to the sound of Aurora's frenzied breaths and her low moans of pain and
sorrow. And at the proper time, right when she must have believed him to be
done, he lashed her more forcefully than ever with a stinging blow that
wrapped around her right side and across her lower abdomen. And quickly, with
a backhanded motion he lashed her on her left side such that the tips of the
whip reached the same place on her abdomen just above her pubic hair.

He quickly laid on ten more lashes to her lower back, her ass, her upper legs
and her calves. Her skin was red and streaked all over. She wasn't bleeding
but the welts were visibly raised. He moved around to her front. Aurora's head
was drooped and she was sobbing with no more thought about her dignity or her
defiance. "Are you ready for me now, bitch?" She didn't answer. She didn't
look up. She didn't nod or shake her head. "I could just fuck you now but I
want you to ask me to fuck you." Keel paused. Aurora had begged Polaris to
rape her but she was being controlled by Polaris' slaviate spell and she had
no power to resist. Her only consolation afterwards was that the words that
came out of her mouth were not her own. She would not utter the words Keel
wanted her to speak even if it meant more torture.

Enraged, Keel raised his whip again and brought it down hard across her
breasts. The pain was much worse than any of the other strokes. Perhaps the
added sensitivity of her nipples made it so. He lashed again and again across
her breasts and her belly and her upper thighs. She had stopped sobbing and
was hanging limply like a puppet. Aurora had passed out from the unbearable
pain. Keel was agitated and even though she was unconscious he lashed her a
few more times. Finally, winded and breathing heavily as if he were the one
who had endured and suffered, her let the whip fall to the floor. He loosened
the rope that was holding her suspended and she crumpled to the floor.

Keel picked up her lifeless body and flung it onto the bed where he spread her
legs. He disrobed and fucked her unconscious body, rubbing his own salty sweat
into her striped, red wounds. When he was done he moved upwards and rubbed his
dripping limp dick all over her lips and mouth. He even pried open her mouth
and inserted his prick into it. But coward that he was, he quickly realized
that if she regained consciousness she would almost certainly bite his dick in
two so he withdrew and smugly put his robe back on. He tied her arms to the
headboard and lashed each leg to the footboard in a spread eagle fashion. He
had decided that all future rapes of Aurora would be less strenuous and
painful for each of them.

Part Six - The Trap is Set

Several more days passed. Keel repeatedly raped Aurora. Koor wanted to possess
her body as well but they couldn't both stay in the dungeon after they
released Aurora. They were sure that when Aurora was free the evil that she
experienced would draw Comet. But they couldn't risk being summoned to Comet,
where they would surely lose. So Koor had to remain fairly clean of evil
deeds. Keel consoled Koor with the promise of Comet as a sexual prize. Koor
masturbated at the thought of raping the little red-headed Sprite named Comet
even though they had never seen her.

Aurora was still suffering from her savage whipping. With a bit of magic she
could have stopped the pain and made the welts go away, but without it she was
destined to live with the ever present stinging and burning sensations, made
all the worse by Keel's sweaty body as he writhed and squirmed over her in his
numerous rapes. Keel didn't dare put his cock in Aurora's mouth so he
humiliated her by rubbing himself all over her face and eyes and ears.

He licked and bit and sucked on her body but he avoided tasting her pussy. He
didn't avoid her to keep her from drawing magic to herself, for he didn't even
know that witches drew some of their magic from oral sex. Of course, she would
have needed to reach an orgasm to benefit from it and it wasn't likely she
would let herself sink into pleasure at the hands of her abuser, even if it
meant she could derive some comfort from a bit of magic. No, Keel avoided
tasting her because, like many wizards he was afraid of witches. He was
superstitious and afraid. Wizards often believed they would lose magic to a
witch if they lingered too long or too closely between a witch's legs.

When Keel and Koor finally decided they had done what was necessary to draw
Comet to them, they released Aurora. To do it, Keel fucked her one last time,
untying her hands after he was done. He exited the chamber and simply left the
door unbolted. The two brothers waited patiently at the top of the stairs and
after a long while had passed they heard the faintest creaking of the door
below. A few more moments passed and they thought that perhaps Aurora had
already transported away having felt her magic return. But not long
afterwards, she crept up and peeked around the corner to where they were
sitting. She must have thought they would chase her because she dashed off in
the other direction. They let her go and finally, after a thorough search of
the castle, they were satisfied that she had gone.

Part Seven - Comet's Capture

Comet was combing out her long red hair after having bathed in the cold river
flowing at her feet. She was sitting on a large round boulder with the morning
sunlight warming her small body. Her hair was long - to her waist - and it
took a long time to dry naturally. But she had all the time in the world. When
you've lived over eleven hundred years, an entire day to dry your hair doesn't
seem unreasonable.

She had brought her favorite dress to wear and it was draped over a bush for
the sun to freshen. The skirt to her dress was short, coming to mid thigh, but
flowing and bouncy. When she swirled suddenly, it fanned out into a wide
circle and when the wind blew she felt it caress her upper legs and buttocks.
The fabric was her favorite dark color of green that reminded her of spring
grass and it was sheer and airy. The bodice of her dress was snug against her
stomach and breasts. It had a high neck but a scooped back. It had short,
capped sleeves that just covered the tops of her shoulders. The fabric of the
bodice was also sheer but more elastic and of a lighter green color, much like
moss. Her shoes were tiny and satiny. They were like ballerina slippers,
having a rounded toe and no raised heel. But they were green to match her
bodice and they had soft thin laces that she criss-crossed up her calf to just
below the knee. She always took great care to make sure her laces were
perfectly aligned and symmetrical even though she could spend years and years
without seeing anyone.

This spot was her favorite for washing her hair. After so many centuries, the
boulder had changed shape to provide a perfect contour for her lithe body,
cradling her lovingly. She lay naked on her boulder for an hour or so with her
long hair fanned flat across the rock to dry. When she arose and put on her
dress she found bunches of clover to tie into her still moist hair. This
attracted bees but she loved the sound of their buzzing. Most of her long hair
she left loose but she did put a few long thin braids here and there
haphazardly.

She returned to her burrow to look in her mirror and see that she was in
order. As she was approaching it hit her. Her new friend Aurora was distraught
and suffering. In fact, she was in great turmoil. Whatever had happened was
sudden and of great import. Comet immediately transported to Aurora's side and
she found her in her home with her husband. They couldn't see Comet, and like
the last time Comet had found them together like this, they were entwined
together consoling each other.

From what Comet could gather from their sobbing and stuttered conversation
Aurora had been kidnapped for two weeks. Comet could see the traces of
Aurora's scourging on her still naked body. Aurora's husband was equally
distraught but it was out of concern for his beloved wife, for whom he had
been desperately searching. Comet gently probed Aurora's mind and learned the
horrid details of her ordeal. She was slightly perplexed why she didn't sense
Aurora's plight sooner and why she couldn't detect the evil of this wizard
Keel. But she couldn't worry too much about that and she felt the answer would
be found when she re-traced Aurora's steps. Before Comet left to follow
Aurora's trail of magic back to the site of her kidnapping, she healed
Aurora's pains and saw the amazement in Aurora's husband's eyes as he watched
the raised red welts sink and fade back into his wife's familiar and beautiful
satin skin.

Comet transported herself to the place in the castle where Aurora escaped. She
was careful to be light of substance in case this wizard was powerful. It was
strange she thought. There didn't seem to be much in the way of magic here.
She immediately sensed the fairly ordinary magic of the two brothers and she
definitely sensed the abuse and the fear and the suffering that had occurred
here recently but she didn't detect a strong evil at all. How odd, she
thought. She even detects the evil of non-magical people. Even if Aurora's
captor had been an ordinary man she should detect him and his essence. There
was also Aurora's puzzling inability to use magic. For the two weeks she was
here she was helpless. And then, as soon as she regained her magic she
transported away. But what had happened to her? How did this Keel wizard take
away her magic?

Comet began to pass through the various rooms of the castle until she finally
came upon Koor, who was in a kitchen-like room. He was tossing a knife into
the air and letting it fall point-down into the table. After a few moments
Keel called out from below. Another oddity. Why didn't she sense him down
there? He must be a very stealthy wizard to be right under her nose and not
detectable. In Comet's experience she had never known a witch or a wizard as
undetectable as herself since her mother was killed centuries before. She had
better be careful.

Comet decided to probe Koor's mind to learn what she could. She saw some of
Aurora's treatment from Koor's perspective and she detected his unsatisfied
lust for her but Koor rose to answer Keel's continuing calls and she couldn't
glean what she really needed to know about the dungeon below or the trap that
was waiting. Comet made an unlucky decision to follow Koor down the stairs.
She wasn't afraid, simply curious. Koor seemed to be quite the idiot - clever
in his own way but completely guileless - and the memories of Keel that Comet
acquired from Aurora made him out to be fairly useless at magic. Keel was
cruel and he had a cunning and imaginative sadistic streak but he also seemed
grossly limited, lacking any kind of finesse or artistry. Comet didn't think
she would be walking into a trap if she followed Koor. But she did.

At the bottom of the stairs Koor disappeared behind a large door. She heard
Keel tell Koor to bring him something to eat. As she slipped around the edge
of the door to enter the room she saw Koor's back as he stood to talk to Keel,
who was lounging on the bed. In the middle of admonishing Koor for some
perceived infraction Keel's expression changed and he shouted, "Koor, turn
around. Get her." Without even realizing it, she had materialized into view.
She never even thought to turn and run. Her magic is what she relies on first,
second, and last when she's in trouble and Koor was able to grab her wrists
and hold her while Keel jumped off the bed to slam the door shut.

Comet didn't try to struggle. Instead she tried to fade and to transport and
when those didn't work, she tried a few confounding spells and other tricks to
get out of the clutches of Koor. But she quickly realized that her magic was
not working here and she simply stood there looking into Koor's face. For his
part, Koor was looking her up and down with a stupid, leering, open-mouthed
gaze while holding her arms over her head. Keel immediately began to throw
questions at her but Koor shouted, "No, Keel. You promised."

"Fine, fool. But make it quick." Keel stormed out and bolted the door behind
him. Koor lifted Comet off the ground, still holding her wrists in both his
hands, and carried her to the bed. He let her fall backwards and immediately
rolled her over. The green skirt of her dress billowed up and Koor saw her
bare ass, so round and sweet. He practically ripped his cloak off, his
erection already pounding and eager. Koor lifted Comet up onto her knees and
with one hand shoved her face into the bed sheets. He licked his hand and
wiped his saliva on his cock, which he then rubbed up and down between Comet's
cheeks a few times. And with a surprised and hurt look in her eyes, Comet felt
Koor's cock penetrate her ass. She was helpless and could do nothing to stop
him. Koor had been so eager to have her he reached an orgasm quickly. He
pumped her a few times and in one final spasmodic heave, he plunged deeply
into her ass and came inside her, slumping over her and breathing heavily on
her neck. Her only thought was, "Please don't spoil my favorite dress."

Part Eight - Comet's Torture

A few minutes later, after Koor had tied her hands together the same way they
had tied Aurora, and raised her up on the same hook they had used on Aurora,
Keel came down. He began to question her. "How did you defeat Polaris? Teach
us how you stay hidden. How do you summon people to you? Where is Greenbed?
Teach us how you control people. Teach us how you shield your mind from
probes." Keels' questions were incessant and untiring. But he got not a word
from Comet. Then his threats started. He told her how he would ravage her and
force her to perform various sexual acts on him and his brother. But Comet
silently looked on.

A few hours passed. Keel asked Koor to figure something out. "You're the
clever one. Make her talk. Give her a potion or something."

Koor thought for a moment. "But a potion won't work here. We'd have to take
her upstairs. Then she'd kill us or worse." Keel was losing patience and he
was out of ideas. He had tried to calmly reason with her that they only wanted
a leg up on the more powerful wizards. He deceitfully assured her that they
didn't want her magic, only her secrets. She wasn't talking.

He finally grew impatient and angry. He stood directly in front of her and
looked into her eyes. He squeezed her chin in one hand and stared into her
eyes. "You don't want to make me angry. You don't want that. Please believe me
when I say I don't want to have to force you to talk. But I will if you leave
me no choice." He grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head back, kissing
her forcefully on the mouth. He reached his hand between her legs and bunched
up a handful of her sparse pubic hair. He was looking for a sign of fear or
weakness but her eyes were blank.

He released her suddenly and went to the wall where he hoisted her higher,
completely off her feet and dangling by her tied wrists. He approached again
and dropped his cloak. He had raised her to a height that would make it easy
to rape her without having to either pick her up or to bend his own knees. He
stroked his cock a few times to harden it, lifted her skirt and pulled himself
against her, lifting his erection upright between their abdomens. Then he
grabbed her legs and heaved them up, wrapping them around his hips. She
struggled but her small frame couldn't muster much in the way of resistance.
He slowly lowered himself so the tip of his penis rubbed down across her pubic
hair. He was becoming lustfully eager.

Comet felt his hard penis drawing lower and lower down her mound. The tip of
it traced toward her labia as Keel hoisted her pelvis upward and rotated her
toward him. She felt his penis as it parted her labia and began to thrust into
her. When he was certain he was there, he rapidly and violently thrust into
her, deeply and without regard to the pain he was causing, indeed, hoping to
cause as much pain and shock as possible. Keel continued to thrust into her,
forgetting his original intent, forgetting to look into her eyes for signs of
breaking. He lost himself to his own sadistic and cruel lust. He fucked her
ruthlessly until he released his cum in one drawn out, shaking, orgasm, spit
drooling down the side of his gaping mouth. When he finished, he leaned
heavily on her as he caught his breath, adding his own substantial weight to
the ropes binding and cutting into her wrists.

Keel left Comet dangling when he exited the room. He didn't bother closing the
door since Comet was helpless and unable to move much. He was fully satisfied
that Koor's magic-proof chamber was flawless. If the most powerful witch on
Earth couldn't defend herself, he had nothing to fear.

Upstairs, Comet could hear the brothers arguing. Koor was angered that Keel
had raped her, thinking that it was fair only he should have her since Keel
had Aurora to himself. Keel brushed off Koor's concerns, saying they had much
bigger things to worry about than who gets to rape the witch. To make matters
worse, Keel was rummaging through his drawer of weapons. This brought further
protests from Koor who didn't want Comet's body spoiled. They argued and
finally Koor stormed way and Keel returned to Comet.

"Comet, since you are here, you undoubtedly know what I did to Aurora. I
inflicted much pain on her. She passed out from it. She angered me. And you
want to know why? Because she refused to lay motionless and let me fuck her.
You are angering me much more. I want something much more important to me than
a whore of a witch. I need what you have and if you don't give it to me, I'll
have to inflict pain on you, too.

"You also probably know that as much pain as I gave to Aurora, I was kind to
her. I used a rubber whip that hurt her but didn't tear her flesh. She didn't
shed a drop of blood when I scourged her. But if you don't teach me what I
want to know I'm going to whip you till you're a bloody mess. Do you
understand? Just nod your head if you don't want to talk."

Comet remained motionless and expressionless. Nothing seemed to anger Keel
more than being ignored. He continued to pace around Comet as he rapped his
whip repeatedly into the palm of his hand. This whip also had a wooden handle
about ten inches long but it had a single leather braid about three feet long.
The end of the braid was tightly woven to a point. He paced and paced as if
contemplating. Then, without warning, he lashed Comet's back. The tip of the
weapon ripped through the thin bodice of her dress and left an oozing bloody
streak about three inches long. He lashed again a few inches to the left of
the first mark. He laid lash after brutal lash on Comet's sweet body, ripping
her flesh and shredding her favorite dress. He worked over her entire backside
from neck to ankle. The green laces that criss-crossed up her calves were torn
into many pieces and her shoes slumped off and fell to the stone floor. Her
feet were dangling limp, pointing downward.

Keel had worked himself into a profuse sweat and he paused to catch his
breath. Moving around to face her, he flung her long hair around to her back
to make way for more stripes. He paused to consider for a moment. Her head was
slumped onto her breast and she hung limply with no sign of life. Keel was
frustrated. "Arrrgh," he shouted. "Why are you so stubborn?" He decided to
save any further punishment for later if she still refused to talk. But as he
was turning to leave, he took one last look at her, reached up to her neck,
grabbed her dress and yanked it downward, ripping it completely off in one
quick motion. He crumpled it up and threw it to the floor beneath her and it
soaked up the blood that dripped from her downward-pointed toes.

Part Nine - Comet's Magic

Many hours must have passed. Comet slowly gained consciousness as the pain
began intruding into her innermost mind. Strangely, her ears became alert
first and she heard her heartbeat and the blood flowing through the
capillaries of her outer ears. She heard a tiny scratching noise nearby and
she heard distant footsteps from some faraway room of the castle. She also
heard the low moaning voice of someone in agony. Typically, her first thought
was, "How can I help that poor suffering soul?" But she quickly realized the
voice was her own and she focused on stopping her moans of pain and agony.

She knew she had been savagely whipped. But she felt more pain in her wrists
and shoulders than anywhere else. Probably the nerves of her raw and shredded
skin had shut down to keep her brain from being overwhelmed. She slowly opened
her eyes. Her head was still drooping and she saw her own breasts and naked
body relatively unmarked except for some stray lashes that had wrapped around
her ribs and waist and legs. She saw her bloody and torn garment at her feet.

Then she heard that faint scratching sound again. It was close by her left ear
and she focused on it with great intensity. And it hit her all at once. It was
a ladybug - a ladybug in her hair near her ear. As soon as she recognized it
she began to draw a miniscule amount of magic from it. It wasn't much, for a
ladybug only produces a tiny amount. One of Comet's rare abilities is that she
can make a little magic go a long way. Comet hoped it would be enough to help
her. She drew its magic toward her and breathed it in through her nose and
mouth. She felt the beginning of an awareness. She felt an awareness of what
was blocking her magic. She very faintly sensed the Kingstones and the love
potion that surrounded them.

She was able to count all seventeen Kingstones and she even knew where they
were but she wasn't sure she could obtain the magic needed to destroy them.
Perhaps if she could destroy just one, enough magic would reach this place to
help her further. But how? She concentrated on a Kingstone in one of the
corners of the chamber. She would try to summon the stone out of its potion.
It would only have to move a few inches.

She heard noises. Koor and Keel both came stomping down the stone steps and
burst through the door. Koor just stood shocked to see Comet's once beautiful
body ripped to shreds. Keel strode to her front side and lifted her chin.
Seeing that she was conscious he said, "Comet, I don't enjoy this. Well, maybe
I do a little bit. But honestly, I don't want to hurt you further. Just talk
to us. Tell us what we want to know. I know you are suffering greatly and I do
not want to kill you." But Comet could tell that he did indeed want to kill
her. He was thinking that very thought. Right after they learned her secrets
they would kill her so that she couldn't take revenge.

She must block out their voices. They were distracting her from concentrating
on the Kingstone. They fell silent to her ears as she focused solely on the
tiny bit of magic she had and on the Kingstone.

Keel pleaded with her and then threatened her. He said her next whipping would
be even worse than the first. After a time, as he paced in silence around her,
he suddenly slapped her ass, hard with the flat of his hand. Her blood
splattered him on the face. This seemed to anger him as if she had flung some
gross insult at him. He grabbed her body and twirled it so that she was
spinning on her rope. He raised his whip and without regard to where he hit
her, he lashed hard. His first blow landed across her chest, cutting deeply
into her breast just above her nipple. He lashed again. And again. Her head
hung limply to her chest as she spun in wobbling circles.

The brothers didn't notice it but a small pebble appeared on the cold stone
floor in the corner. Comet had been able to summon it but only with a supreme
act of concentration and focus. She dared not move or think or feel or hear.
One part of her brain knew she was being flogged to death but the greater part
remained focused on the next Kingstone. She wasn't sure but she thought she
felt a breath of magic coming from that corner. She breathed it in.

Keel was red in the face. His plan had failed because this stubborn little
witch wouldn't talk. Out of anger and desperation and frustration he lashed
again and again and again at Comet's limp and lifeless body. He no longer
cared. She should just die if she was so stubborn. Her backside was bleeding
profusely again where the first wounds were re-opened. Her front was becoming
crossed with overlapping stripes, bleeding and raw. At one point, when her
rope had momentarily stopped spinning to change directions, Keel aimed a
particularly nasty lash between her legs. Instead of laying the whip heavily
on her flesh he flicked it so that only the very tip of the whip uncurled and
sliced deeply across her labia. He did this just as a second stone appeared
and rolled over onto its side on the floor.

Comet momentarily lost her concentration and the enormity of her suffering
flooded over her in an unbearable cascade of pain and agony. She let out a
cry, the very first thing the brothers heard escape her lips. Keel looked up
expectantly. But Koor rushed to him and grabbed his arms. "No more, Keel.
You'll kill her. Look what you did. You ruined her cunt and I wanted to fuck
her again."

Keel pushed him off and said, "Are you an idiot? She's finished. She's a
bloody, dying heap and you want to fuck her? Get out. Now." They began to
tussle and fight with each other but Comet needed to regain her concentration.
The additional magic was evident now. She summoned a third stone out of its
love potion. And then a fourth. To her extraordinarily acute magical senses,
she was flooded with magic. It came pouring in and she used some of it to heal
her more serious wounds.

The brothers continued to fight as she removed stone after stone. The idiot
brothers didn't even feel the magic emanating all around them. They were
wrestling and shouting and didn't notice Comet's red stripes disappearing one
by one. They didn't notice as the rope around her wrists uncoiled and dropped
her or when she faded from sight and sat down on the bed to nurse life back
into her arms and hands.

Comet summoned Aurora to her side. Aurora was surprised and at first
frightened but Comet quickly reassured her that the brothers couldn't see or
hear them. Aurora's hand flew to her mouth as she saw with horror the deep
bloody gashes that remained on Comet's body. Comet sketchily told Aurora what
was going on as more of her wounds healed.

The brothers started to flail at each other with fists and Keel struck Koor
once with the whip that was still in his hand. Koor quickly grabbed the rubber
whip and began whipping at Keel with it. Then, suddenly, they both noticed the
emptiness where Comet had been hanging lifeless and limp a few moments before.

"It's time to give them a taste of their own medicine," said Comet. She
pointed her finger and Keel started to flail at his brother with his whip. She
pointed again and Koor lashed back. The two brothers traded blow after blow.
"You see, Keel thinks he's fighting with you and Koor thinks he's fighting
with me. Each one is convinced that they need to resort to physical violence
to defeat the two of us. "Let's let Aurora win the first bout." Comet
flourished a hand and Keel seemed to become weak and frail. The two witches
watched as Koor lashed again and again until Keel's cloak was ripped to long
shreds. Comet flung it from him with a wave of her arm. "Oops. We've got to
get up." They jumped up just in time to avoid having Keel's weak body thrown
to the bed.

Laughing and giggling, the women watched as Koor fucked his brother in the
ass, thinking he was raping Comet. Koor said, "Oh you have such a sweet ass.
I'm going to ram my cock up there so high you won't be able to walk straight."
The women giggled like girls as they saw the perplexed look on the face of
Keel, who thought Aurora was fucking him and had just told him she was going
to ram her cock up his ass. He was powerless to do anything as Koor sweated
and grunted. "Oh, that's it. That's it. Yesss." Koor slumped over his
brother's body and began to kiss him on the neck and shoulders.

"Now let's let Comet win for a while." Comet flourished again and Keel
instantly raised up and backhanded his brother's now-weak body, sending him
flying. Keel stood over his brother, who was lying in a heap on the floor, and
whipped him relentlessly.

"You bitch," said Keel. "You dared to come back here after I raped and
tortured you? You must be a glutton for punishment, you whore." Keel whipped
and kicked and stomped on his brother until Koor passed out. Thinking his
brother was Aurora, and feeling much more brazen and confident that Aurora
wasn't going to bite his dick in two, unconscious as she was, Keel kneeled
over his brother and skull fucked him, ramming his cock down his brother's
unconscious throat as he jerked him back and forth by the ears.

The night progressed for hours as each brother whipped and beat the other
until they could both barely stand without magical assistance. Comet used the
experience to teach Aurora how to easily manipulate each brother. Aurora was
fascinated by how easy it was. The complicated slaviate spell confounded even
the most powerful witches and wizards but Comet knew and taught Aurora to do
it with little more than thought.

Comet also drained the brothers of all their magic, pathetic though it was.
Without the minimum of magic needed to draw in more magic, they were doomed to
live simple mortal lives. Aurora and Comet left the brothers fighting and
scarring and maiming each other. Comet arranged it so that neither brother
could gain the upper hand. She also arranged it so that when they were on the
brink of death, the spell would lift and they would see each other normally
again. And to add one final exclamation point, Comet arranged it so that when
the spell lifted, their memories would show each of them fighting and raping
his brother, rather than Comet and Aurora. Comet told Aurora, "They can also
break their enchantment simply by not fighting. All they have to do is walk
away and they will regain their true vision. If they flog themselves nearly to
death, they can literally blame themselves. I am notalan responsible for their
suffering.

Neither Comet nor Aurora cared but much later that night when their
enchantment lifted, both men were crippled and disfigured. Their fight had
moved to other rooms of their castle and they had each used a variety of
weapons. Keel sliced his brother's testicles off with a straight thrust of a
broad sword, thinking he was stabbing at Aurora's genitals. Later, when Koor
managed to send Keel sprawling flat on the floor, he kicked Keel so hard in
the groin that his scrotum split open and his testicles spilled out. Koor
thought he was getting revenge on Comet for emasculating him. Since they
weren't yet on the brink of death and since they both refused to back down or
run away, they fought on. Their enchantment ended when they each lost so much
blood that they passed out. They almost bled to death but sheer stubbornness
caused them to live on and heal into crooked and broken men. Their recoveries
were long and excruciatingly painful. Their own greed and cruelty and lust for
power had destroyed them but Comet had no sympathy for them. They had ruined
her favorite dress.