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.The Prison Stone	By : keithcompany Category: +A through F > Dungeons & Dragons Views: 3084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Prison Stone, Part 1
- 2-The Prison Stone, Part 2
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Teve spun immediately upon appearing, seeing that she was caged and smaller than my fist. She also saw a square of cloth with some string. "What's that for?"
"Clothing," I said. "You more than earned it."
"All I did was not kill you when I had the chance," she said.
"I love your voice," I admitted. I leaned down close to the bamboo cage. "Call me a name, any name."
"Your father was a kobold and your mother sold her body to satisfy the lusts of debased priests of the gods of venereal diseases."
"Perfect," I whispered. I really can listen to her talk all day.
She picked up the cloth and started to wrap it around her body. "So, why did you humiliate me like that?"
"I'm sorry, I forgot it was you. It's usually a chicken or a rat, sometimes a stray dog. Scares the shit out of the adventurers. But, man, the next time that crew is in a dungeon for an extended period, they're going to look at Todas' bare chest, but remember YOUR tits…"
She laughed in spite of herself. Then caught herself and glared. She tried not to smile as I filled in the details she'd missed. The size of the giant, his manly-man-ness, the admiring looks of the party members. She'd been there for that, but too distracted to notice.
"So I get clothes as a reward for your amusement," she said with a nod. I opened up the cage and she stepped easily into my hand. Trustingly. We shared an anecdote, now.
I lifted her to my face. "Nope. It's just more fun undressing you." I yanked the cloth free. She screamed and kicked but she was so tiny, the sound couldn't be heard in the hall and her most violent slap almost tickled.
I rubbed and poked at her body, touching her at will. It was fun, mostly. I mean, I was in complete control of her body. I played with her like a doll and didn't have to put her down if I didn't want to. But she was a little too tiny. Rubbing a fingertip across her breasts, it didn't feel much different than caressing her belly or butt or inner thighs.
So I caged her then traded her with the songbird. As an afterthought I put a pinch of food I'd saved from supper in the cage and traded her back. She ate in surly silence, then stood patiently for me to put her back in the stone.
I knew that some rich ladies kept their dogs on some sort of halter. I wondered if I could find one her size. I could lead her around on the halter once I was back home. Make her run around the yard at my heel, and stuff.
Then I realized, if I found a small dog and exchanged her, that dog's halter would fit Teve, pretty much automatically.
I could see that she was curious about my sudden smile but not willing to ask what had amused me. I put her in prison and turned down the lamp.
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Soon after that, I bought a horse. I'd finished my circuit along the kingdom's frontiers.  There were few adventurers closer to the capital, so fewer maps. Speed was expected, getting my maps back to the library, rather than pointless searching through more taverns.
I turned in my maps and expenses.  A paladin asked if I'd stolen anything that belonged to the Crown.  I gripped the blade of his sword and said no. The sword was quiet so he believed me.  He paid my expenses and I was stood down for a month.
I went straight to the Library of Peers.  The librarians informed me that my songbird was not allowed.  I showed them a medallion I'd purchased that wrapped the entire cage in a silence spell, they grudgingly let me keep it.
I found some ledgers and rented a private room to review them.
Teve looked surprised when I put her in the cage.  She'd been expecting another motel room, I guess.  She couldn't ask any questions (or scream for help), but she could hear me.
I put a bit of food in her cage then cracked one of the books.  I narrated my search.  She looked angry when I described researching her name to find out her family.  From there I found the political maneuvering that ousted her father.
The official record didn't quite match her story, but it was several years old.  She may just have never been told the truth.
"Says here, your daddy was part of a conspiracy to take over the elf-silk market," I read.  She grabbed the bars of her cage.  Her fists had the cutest pale white knuckles from how tight her grip was.
"Daddy had friends among the elves, I see.  But he picked the wrong friends in the Duke's court."  I flipped over a few pages of testimony.  The court scribes couldn't just say who won, they had to record who testified, who testified with some encouragement from the torturer, who testified with the blessing of The Crown, who testified while shining from within due to a godly presence and who testified but feared to touch the paladin's sword.
"And….  Daddy out on his ass, new Earl took possession of your family castle."  She nodded.  That much she knew or agreed with.
"And with the name of your family's holdings…" I opened another ledger.   I found that the name of the tiara she stole-  "Reclaimed," I said after she stomped her food on the bottom of the cage. I couldn't hear the protest, but the cage rattled on the table.  "It's called Maiden's Head."
She blushed.  "I quite agree," I said.  There were no details on what Maiden's Head did for the wearer or why it would disappear in the possession of a reclaimer.
I opened the cage and reached a finger in.  She shivered at my touch.  Her body was smooth and hot as I stroked her, keeping her inside the silence spell.
"The tiara is a gift from the elves, so the name might mean only that it goes on the head of a maiden.  Like you."  I pushed her against one wall of bars and gently stroked her titties.  She turned her face away but didn't fight me.
"It might also be connected to your actual maidenhead.  Your virginity."  She glared at me.  I could almost hear her explain that of all the people currently occupying the room, SHE wasn't the one who needed the symptom of her virginity translated.
My finger dipped to her pussy, but aside from her very soft hair, couldn't feel much.  "I have to find a dog," I said.  "Or something else a decent size.  And one of those harness things."
I closed the cage and traded her back.  I wondered how hard it was to adopt a gnome. Or a brownie?
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I bought a pigeon and a hen and took the cages to my lodgings. It was a nice plump chicken and my landlady offered to knock a few coins off of my rent if I let her cook it.
"Later," I promised.
"Why? What are you going to do with it?"
"I was going to see if I could teach it to draw a map."
"Uh huh," she sighed. "And the pigeon?"
"I'll try to teach the pigeon first," I said. "When it fails, I cut its head off. Then the chicken will be motivated to learn."
Her laughter followed me up the stairs.
I set the three bird cages on my only table. I traded Teve with the songbird. She looked from side to side at the two other birds towering over her.
"What is it that you intend with the fowl?" she asked.
"I want to see if you broke my bracelet."   I swapped the songbird with the pigeon, then the pigeon with the chicken, then the chicken with the songbird. Any combination or order I could think of.
Each time, the bird I let out of the prison stone was its normal size. I didn't get a five pound songbird or a two ounce hen.
"And this indicates what?" Teve asked.
"That the magic is only on you," I said. I started swapping things back to their original cages, then made Teve the size of a chicken.
She appeared in the cage, stooped way over. The hen had been pecking at the table below her cage. Teve stood up slowly. "Oh, wonderful," she said. She smiled with glee. I assumed it was mock glee. "I'm at a larger scale so my captor can better grasp my bosoms and play with his defenseless captive." She cupped her breasts and squeezed them, lifting and stroking them.
"You want to play with them?" she asked. "Show me how big and manly you are, dominating a woman twenty inches tall?"
"Fifteen at the most," I said. "If you're lucky." I reached into the cage. Her breasts were just as soft as they'd ever been, but her nipples were easier to discern. They grew erect at my touch as I stroked them, gently pinched them. I licked my thumbs and ran them in tiny circles over the tips of her boobs.
She stood, hands on her hips, watching me. "Is this an endeavor to be erotic?" she asked. She faked a yawn. "Let me know when you wish for me to indicate an orgasm has been successfully induced."
I grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, bending her away from me. A shoved hand spread her legs. I held her knees with both hands, freeing my thumbs to reach up and stroke her thighs, cheeks, pussy.
"Why do men think women like this position?" Teve wondered. Her breath caught for a second when I spread her butt cheeks with spit-slicked thumbs, but that was all the reaction I was getting from her.
"You don’t like the attention?" I asked.
"I'm off balance, my weight is on my toes, I can't see my, you should excuse the expression, my lover, and no one's whispering sweet nothings in my ear."
"Is that what you think sex is?" I asked. I lifted her up a little bit, taking her weight off of her feet. She squawked, arms flinging out to grab at the bars. "You have to find a better class of bard to listen to."
"All the good ones are either adventuring or hired by the king." She twisted a bit, her calves kicking up against the heels of my hands. Over her shoulder she asked, "Seriously, do you intend that I find this erotic? Satisfying in some manner?"
"No. It's all for my thrill. A beautiful woman entirely in my control." I leaned down while lifting her out the door of the cage. I licked, one long slow stroke from her belly to her tailbone.
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Practice your seduction proficiency on me, master. Oh. And oh again. Rolling to make save against orgasm." She pantomimed tossing lots. "Oh. I have failed. Oh, Zeus. Oh, Venus. Oh…um, Odin."
"I love hearing you talk," I said. "The actual words don’t matter." She shut up as I lifted her out. I laid her down on the table. The pigeon watched closely thought the songbird seemed disinterested.
Her breasts were quite tasty. I took each one into my mouth, one at a time, sucking gently and teasing the nipples with the very tip of my tongue.
I was paying too much attention to what I was doing, and what I was doing it to. My hand relaxed. A finger was close enough to her face that she was able to bite me.
It was a reflex action. I get hurt, I put the hurter in prison. So I hardly thought about it and she was gone.
And my face was pressed very deeply into the breast of a very surprised chicken.
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The next time I let her out, she was in one of three chicken cages. She looked to the chickens to left and right. One was slightly bigger than she was, one slightly smaller. She nodded, then looked up at me.
On seeing the sticking plasters all over my face she did not look surprised. I had suspected it was her evil plan all along.
"Yes, the hen pecked the shit out of me," I told her. She covered her mouth but that did not hide her smile. I shrugged. "That's fine. Made eating it that much tastier. Revenge, you know."
She sobered a bit at that thought. "And what are you going to do with me, then?" She gestured at the other two chickens. "And how do they fit into your plans?"
"Fitting is the idea," I said. I reached to a bag on my lap and brought her clothes into sight. "I didn't weigh the chicken, so I had to guess how big you were when I took your clothes."
"Oh!" She looked excited AND a little anxious. "And for those to fit, I have to be the same size when you return them to me. You, uh, you are returning them to me, right?"
"Of course," I said. "Being bitten is not part of the fantasy. So I might as well let you go."
She didn't quite believe me, that was clear. But she also had hope showing on her face. I handed her clothes through the bar, the shift first. When she was dressed she stretched and bent, jumped, swung her arms, kicked and twisted.
"I think these are satisfactory!" she said with a wide smile.
"Good." I opened the cage. "Step out here." Something in my tone alerted her. She obeyed but looked at me funny. "Come to the edge."
Teve stepped to the very brink of the table. "Are you letting me go or not?"
"Put your hands on your head." She did. Now she looked worried. "Grab your breasts. Squeeze your ass. Suck on your fingers." She did everything I commanded.
I laughed. "Fooled you," I said. "I gave a wizard about a month's pay to permanently enchant a string with a Domination spell. And a seamstress wove it through one of your pieces of clothing. Now that you're dressed and wearing that string, you have to obey me. And my first real command is, no more biting me."
"Yes, sir," she said. But she had that superior little smile when she did. "Of course, you realize that you can only control me when I'm wearing my clothes." She twirled around and cocked a hip, popping her ass towards me. "And I believe I recall that you enjoy undressing your little victims."
"I do," I said. I reached into the bag again. "So I bought two strings." I had her untuck her shirt and tied the string around her waist. "Now, strip. No, no! Hold still while I strip you!"
"Yes, sir," she said, lifting her arms over her head.
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When my stand-down was over, I started the very best tour I ever had. I had company while I traveled, an expert in the market when I bartered, someone watching my back in the taverns and at night… Oh, the nights.
Teve at the size of a mouse, covered with oil, wrestling my dick in my lap… And losing the fight each time.
Teve the size of a chicken, straddling my mouth, gripping my nose as she rocked herself off.
Teve the size of a donkey, lifting me to her Amazonian bosom in a secluded clearing between villages.
Teve the size of a guard dog, squeezed between my thighs, licking my cock and balls until I exploded.
Teve the size of a fly, scratching and kicking at the head of my dick, bringing me off slowly, so agonizingly slowly.
It seemed like the whole world was just a menu of options. She even started pointing some of them out. "Oh, Master, you could put that squirrel in the rat's place."
"Too bad you wouldn't keep its tail," I'd murmur. But I'd trade the squirrel, just to find out what she had in mind.
Of course, we never neglected far more consistent sex. I became quite good at determining a calf or colt at just the right age to make her close to her normal size.
That was my undoing.
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Teve wanted to screw in a temple. The building was abandoned and cleared of any ritualistic symbols. It was mostly just a thatched roof over a collection of menhirs.
Those are stone towers certain religions spread around when they're in power. Like a primitive obelisk or a free-standing pillar.
"I find those wonderfully erotic," she told me.
"Tell me the truth," I commanded. I'd gotten into that as a habit. She tried to butter me up and sometimes revealed a clever plan in mind.
"I find those menhir kind of like big, stone, cocks," she said. "Just like when you had me in Hillside."
I remembered Hillside. She had been the size of a rat that evening, sitting on my balls and cuddling my cock.
So it didn't take much to talk me into having sex in the middle of the stone collection. Teve even asked to be on top. I let her, laying back and taking the sex as tribute.
She rocked cheerfully, her boobs rocked hypnotically, I came explosively.   Then we cuddled for a bit, watching the clouds cross the sky. I dozed.
I woke when something jostled my shoulder. It was Teve's foot. She stood over me, holding onto a menhir.
The stone post was tipping over. A few hundred pounds of granite blocked the sky above my head. And the only thing keeping it from falling to crush my skull was Teve.
"Put that back where it belongs," I commanded her.
"I find it quite enticing in its current position," she replied.
I started feeling around. The string must have worked itself loose.
"No," she said, seeing my movements and figuring out my thoughts. She opened her blouse and shift to show me the string was still tied across her belly.
"Then how…?"
"Let's take the bracelet off, Master." I hesitated so she yanked her hands back, allowing the stone to fall a few inches before stopping it. I was already undoing the laces on my bracelet.
I thought about tossing it away to distract her, but I figured my only hope was in NOT distracting her, not while that pillar quivered ever so slightly. I handed it up to her.
"Thanks," she said.
The next thing I knew, I was imprisoned. A familiar bamboo cage on a giant table.
Teve loomed over me. She pushed a little wooden bowl of something that looked like beige gravel towards me with one finger.
"Porridge?" she thundered. Time hadn't passed for me while I was in the stone, I was still digesting lunch from… From however long ago she'd caught me.
"No, thanks," I said.
"Alright." She smiled. Her smile was as wide as I was tall. The teeth looked like stones you could build a castle out of.
"How?" I asked.
"Some time ago, my family was very close to a clan in the elf nation." She reached out a finger and pushed it between the bars. I let her pet and stroke me as she spoke.
"And one generation, someone tried to marry into my family. My great-grandmother had insisted that she hated Lord Furghan. Hated, hated, hated, then suddenly accepted his proposal."
"He was rich?" I asked.
The finger petting me knocked me to the floor. Then it speared down and poked at my dick with a fingernail that felt like a kite shield. "NO! He was using a domination spell on her."
"Fuck," I muttered softly. I don't know if she heard me, but the chances were good that she knew what I'd say in response to just that revelation. She smiled and nodded.
"The family thought her change of heart was suspicious, investigated, foiled the plot and punished the Lord.
"The elves were part of all that. In the end, they gave the family a gift. Any woman of the family that touched the tiara would be protected from any form of mind control."
I was not comfortable. The edge of her nail stroked me up and down, but also pushed my dick into my belly. On the downstroke, it felt like she was trying to shove my balls out through my ass.
Still, my cock responded to the attention, her touch and her breath flowing over my naked body. It hardened. She cooed as she felt that, then continued her story.
"And somehow, the magic of the tiara, which allowed a MAIDEN to keep her HEAD, thus the name… Anyway, something about the magic blended with the magic of your prison stone, and my size became a variable."
I'd never adventured, but the taverns were full of similar stories. People trying to use two different magic rings at the same time, or drinking a second magic potion while the first was still active.
The lucky ones just had the two cancel out and got no results. The unlucky ones… Well, anything could happen. Like people exploding or turning into chickens (but for real), or changing sizes.
"That's interesting," I finally said. I grabbed the floor-bars of the cage. Her movement was starting to push me across the floor.
"Isn't it?" she crowed. "Now, I think you're about to…" I came, crying out loudly. I wasn't sure if she'd see that I came, and I wanted her to know for sure that she could stop. "There you go," she giggled.
Her finger withdrew and I stood up slowly, leaning on the bars of the cage. "So the whole time you've been obeying me…"
"That's exactly it," she laughed. "I obeyed. I wasn't compelled."
"But… Why am I down here, then?" I asked. "If the magic is all yours…?"
"Also not a surprise," she said. "The magic of my tiara is mixing with the magic of MY Prison stone…" She rubbed at her bracelet.
"Wonderful," I moaned.
"Yes." She leaned over the table, and my cage, and opened her blouse. Her cleavage looked like a crevice between smooth hills. She slid a finger in between her breasts, then two. I watched hungrily, but a little frightened. I've often wished I could go into places like that, but now it seemed very likely that I was going to.
She pulled her fingers back out…pinching a familiar looking string. Her other hand opened my cage door. "Step out here for a moment," she commanded.
I obeyed.
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