u/anymouse76

Part 1

Krystal approached the Wizard's Tower, dismounting her horse, strapping her pack to her back and approaching the door of the tower. Her anger at the wizard and his injustice had cooled slightly on the four day journey to the tower, but now that she was here, her temper was returning, boiling as she determined to end his villainy. She charged up towards the door of the tower and pounded with her mailed fist. Her other hand clenched and unclenched itching to draw her sword.

A few moments later the door creaked open, Lora was on the other side hair matching the Knight's in color, though shorter. She still wore her serving uniform, chest on display, though that was a common fashion, not inherently evidence of this Marek's misdeeds. "Can I help you ... my Lady?" Lora added the title a little late as if only then deciding what the Knight must be.

"I come to demand your freedom, and that of all wrongfully held here for evil and debauchery!" Krystal stated clear and proud. Lora's face scrunched up as if confused. "I don't know what you mean, but I suppose I should ring for the Master of the Tower. You may enter the foyer, fair Knight." Lora spoke the words Marek had instructed of her, her ensorcelled brain struggling to reconcile Krystal's words. Was she wrongfully held here? She thought she might be ... but every time she was given an order she truly did want to obey it. A thick rope ending in a fringed tassel hung from the ceiling. Lora pulled it twice and a distant bell rang. Krystal paced in the foyer furiously, stopping only when Marek arrived.

Marek stepped through a doorway in his blue and orange wizard's robes. He was tall and slender with close cut hair and and a sharp goatee. "We have a guest?" He spoke in a pleasant easy voice, one Lora barely recognized, though she would never have said so aloud.

Lora gestured at Krystal who began to rant about being told of the captive women in the tower by one of his former prisoners and demanding their release. Marek blanched, taking a step back from the knight. "Prisoners? Why, I have no idea what you mean!" Krystal scoffed and started in on some of the stories Meredith had told her. Marek held up his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Surely fair Lady I understand your noble goal, but I must say I have been maligned! True, my staff in the tower is mostly female, but there are no prisoners or debauchery. Lora, wouldn't you say that I only have you do things you want to do?" The both of them looked at the chambermaid who seemed slightly startled to be the center of attention. "Ayuh," she agreed. "I always am wanting to perform my duties," she said knowing it was both the truth and misleading.

"Surely you don't think she would contradict you in your presence, clearly she is intimidated by-" Krystal began, but Marek congenially cut her off. "Of course you would take her words with suspicion. Here, allow me?" he asked as he walked past Krystal and opened a door. The Knight could see stairs leading up. "Fair Knight, clearly you must have satisfaction. Please, inspect my tower. These stairs end on the second floor. Your will need to cross the floor to find stairs to the next level, and so forth. It is the long way through the tower, but will allow you to inspect it all. The top floor of the tower is my private study. When you arrive there, we will chat and I promise you we will resolve issues to your ... satisfaction."

"What about the dungeon I have heard of?" Marek looked taken aback. "There is no such place! We have a small cellar for storage but that is all. Lora will show you before you climb if you like..."

Marek allowed his eyes to squint slightly as Lora took Krystal down the stairs to the root cellar, avoiding the staircase to the dungeon. He was prepared, but didn't like the Knight's skepticism and insistence on going down below ground level. He wiped the annoyance from his face when he heard them returning. He was pleased to see a look of at least some doubt on the Knight's face at seeing a basement that was not a dungeon. Certainly she took the opportunity to question Lora as well, though Marek knew she would eagerly say only what she had been permitted to. "Please fair Knight. Ascend my tower. I will reach the study by magical means and greet you when you arrive. I do have a few matters to attend to in the meantime though."

Marek began to leave, and then turned back. "Oh, and let me give you this," he said holding out a purple amulet which Krystal took. "This *is* a wizard's tower and some of my experiments may be at least slightly dangerous. But if you hold the amulet and say my name aloud, nothing will be able to harm you."

Marek then retreated into a separate room, and Krystal stepped through the doorway, climbing the stairs as the door shut behind her on its own.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Krystal began to climb the stone staircase as it wound one turn around and abruptly ended in a door that had the number 2 carved on it. She briefly wondered how many floors there were of the tower and what experiments the foul wizard would perform, and opened the door stepping onto the second floor.

Her jaw dropped as she entered floor that was clearly impossible. The door closed behind her and she could see the wall and the door, but ... there was a bright sun overhead, not a ceiling! And instead of a stone floor there was a lush carpet of grass. Plants grew, many of them bearing red, sweet-smelling flowers. Near her she could see a tree which she would have sworn was taller than the entire tower itself! "Wizards," she muttered. She looked ahead of her and could not see the other side of the tower and the opposite staircase. Clearly whatever magic allows a garden and a field to exist in the middle of a tower also allowed the level to expand and be much larger than the space allowed.

Krystal began looking for signs of the wizard's predilections, but also found herself needing to explore was she did find as well. A bright purple butterfly landed on one of the flowers, and Krystal turned her head as she saw a blur out of the corner of her eye - a rabbit scuttling under a bush. And the smells of the flowers! She inhaled deeply. It was a pleasant sweet smell, one that left her eager to linger and -- wait. "Sorcery!" she muttered, and shook her head to clear it. She looked down at her chest and saw her amulet glowing, a sign that it was actively fighting off magics. But then, this whole place was magic! The level itself must be an illusion, how was she to know what enchantment the amulet was reacting to in a wizard's tower? Still, probably best not to linger, no matter how the warm sun of the chamber, the sparkle of the butterflies flapping their wings, and the redolent smell of the flowers that infused the entire level.

Smiling that she caught what must be a trick of Marek's, she picked up her pace, following a trail into a clearing. Not lingering, but moving forward while exploring, turning her head from side to side, looking for signs of enslaved servants or any other foul craft. She was pleased that she had caught on to that trick, and felt happy as she moved forward, her smile turning into an outright grin. Her mood, which had been so dark and angry as she entered the tower lightened. She kept looking from side to side, and kept inhaling the sweet aroma. A part of her wondered about that, but she had to breathe. And surely her amulet would protect her.

It was difficult to say how long it took her to cross the level. The enchanted sun did not move across the "sky" as she walked, but Krystal felt like it must have been quite some time. After a while the turning of her head, the careful looks behind bushes became perfunctory. It was just a nice walk in the woods. Her mind drifted to thoughts of pleasant walks, carefree afternoons, things that she might have enjoyed doing with the right boy behind those bushes in her youth. The thought actually made Krystal giggle, and she felt a tingle in two particular spots under the breastplate of her armor. That tingle made her giggle some more.

She continued to move forward, vaguely wondering how big this space could be, but not worried about it. It was too pleasant to worry about. She sort of wished she was able to reach under the metal armor to touch her tingling nipples, and she giggled again at how naughty she was. She turned at some motion from the side and saw two squirrels chasing each other and then ... oh my! Even the squirrels were aroused in this lovely space.

Krystal barely explored the last half of the level, and was surprised when she suddenly found herself facing a wall with a door on it, ivy crawling up the wall, but nothing touching the door. She had quite forgotten that she was looking for an exit, and was a little sad that her trek through the tower would make her leave this level. She remembered now, why she was here, but the urgency seemed far away. This was not the tower she was expecting with frogs in jars and bubbling cauldrons. It was pleasant. Nostalgic. Krystal was much more relaxed as she opened the door and saw the next flight of stairs.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Marek harshly spoke a word of magic and the image of Krystal in the mirror in front of him faded and returned to his own image. Her protective amulet was strong. Most would have been hypnotized by the sparkles on the butterflies' wings and fallen into a trance that would have ensnared them. The effect of the aromas too should have been much more powerful. She should have been a needy mess, unable to stop herself from just flopping on the ground to masturbate.

Still, he reconsidered, it could have been much worse. Her anger appeared to have faded. Her mood improved. Her mind opened. More receptive to what he had planned for future floors. Truly she is a worthy challenge.

And would be so worth it in the end.

Aaaaaah.

Marek sighed as he felt Angelica's tongue swirl around his cock. He had his hands laced behind his head, resting on the headboard of his large bed. Looking down the bed he could see Angelica's long wavy red hair and little else. Her hair was bright like flame, and there was so much of it it covered everything like a tent. He could see her porcelain arms and hands rubbing his hips and thighs, but his cock was completely swallowed by her head, which was fully obscured by her glorious hair, letting him only see how fast she rose and fell how deep she would take him. Oh, she was indeed good at this.

Knock knock knock.

Marek frowned at the interruption. Only Lora would ever knock on the door to his private chambers without being summoned, and she knew better than to do so when he was ... entertaining himself. There were only certain conditions in which she would do so, and Marek was quite certain Lora would never dare to step outside of his instructions. Quite certain.

"Enter!" he cried out, and the door swung inward, Lora softly padding into the room. He looked at her - honey colored hair and large breasts heaving over her corset that kept her waist slim. The top of her frock was off her shoulders, her waist cinched and bust lifted by the corset, and then the hem of the dress stopping above her knees so he could catch glimpses of her shapely thighs if she moved to quickly ... or if he commanded her to show more of course. Angelica, for her part, continued at her task, not stopping for even a moment. Was she even aware that Lora had entered the room? Marek was not certain.

Lora padded toward the foot of the bed and stopped, gaze on the floor out of training, not embarrassment, and remained silent through Marek's gasps and moans until he uttered "Report."

Lora now looked up, eyes finding Marek's face. "I am sorry to disturb you, my Lord, but there is a Knight approaching the tower." Marek raised a dark eyebrow. "A knight? Or The Knight?" he asked carefully. Lora flushed, aware that this was an important question. One that might result in her punishment - or worse yet, temporary demotion - if she got wrong. "I - I admit, my Lord, that I cannot be completely certain, as they are still far away. But I - I believe that I saw the long hair fluttering behind as they rode. I am confident it must be the Knight. I - I would never have interrupted you in your chambers if I did not believe it to be so, my Lord."

Marek frowned. He had wondered for some time if the Knight would come, but the timing was most inconvenient. Still, if they were far enough away that Lora could not be certain of their identity there was clearly some time left. "Very well, Lora. You may leave." He waved his hand and she left, dismissed, closing the door behind her. Then he looked down at the mop of red hair on his chest and groin. "Twenty." He spoke in a clear voice. "Nineteen ... Eighteen." Angelica sped up her pace and tightened her lips, knowing that if Marek reached zero before cumming, she would be punished. Her tongue pressed harder and she dove further onto him as she heard him say "Twelve. Eleven." Then, Marek brought a hand to his chin an stroked his angular beard. He thought of the Knight and smiled, mischievous ideas in his head. "Ten. Zero," he said, skipping the last set of numbers to Angelica's horror, though she continued her job. The fact that she was to be punished does not allow her to stop before her Lord and Master had an orgasm.

Maybe 5 seconds later Marek grunted and came, pulsing into Angelica's open mouth. A few seconds later, he pushed her off of him. "To the dungeon. You will stand in the alcove inside the door until I arrive for your punishment. I will likely be awhile. You will not sit, kneel, lean against the wall or speak until I arrive. Understood?" Angelica looked at him. She opened her mouth as if say 'yes' when she remembered than she could no longer speak. In fact, she didn't even want to speak. Every fiber of her being longed to remain silent, to wait in the dungeon alcove, no matter how tired her feet or legs became. She would wait for days for him if need be. She would never stop wanting to obey his command - not until there was a new one. Angelica brushed her red hair behind her bare shoulders and nodded her cum covered face. Then, she turned and left, walking naked down the stairs to the dungeon. Marek had not told her to dress.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was a week earlier that the woman arrived at Krystal's home. "Please fair Knight! Please help me and my fellows! Please! I was only barely able to escape!" She was bedraggled, soaking wet in the rain, shivering. Her dress looked like it had once been fine, but was now dirty, stained with a mix of mud and blood. Krystal took her in and sat her by the fire, to which Krystal added an extra log. She found a clean rag and dipped it in water, sitting across from the woman, and patiently uncovering her face through the layers of grime. She paused as the woman took a sip from the mug of hot tea Krystal had given her, and ripped a hunk off of the round of bread and chewed it, and then continued. As Krystal cleaned up the woman, she realized that the woman was quite striking, or had been until recently. Raven haired, the woman had dark piercing eyes. Krystal judged that the woman had seem thirty odd winters. Perhaps forty. The lines on her face suggested she was no youth, but Krystal still suspected that until the ravages of this recent journey the woman was probably quite good looking.

"Tell me, woman. Where have you come from? What help is it that you and your fellows need?"

The woman shivered and opened her mouth several times before words finally came out. "There is a wizard. An enchanter! He ... he ensorcelled me! For years all I could do was his bidding! All I wanted to do was obey, no matter how terrible the command! I do not know his secrets, but he selects women from the village near his tower. Any woman he wants, and the villagers do not resist, even when he requests their wives or daughters. He ... he must have some hold over the entire town!" Krystal looked at her, eyes narrowing and lips pursing with a smoldering rage at the injustice being described. "Once he took me to the tower, I ... I still struggle to speak of it. For years his sorcery held me rapt. When he commanded something of me, I would not just do it but ... I would try my hardest to do it perfectly, the best I could! Whether it was cooking or cleaning in the tower, mucking the stables, or ... satisfying his ... prurient desires." The woman's voice faded quieter as she mentioned this.

"This is an outrage! He ... used you?" The woman nodded. "In any way he wished. Sometimes in the usual fashion, sometimes ... more exotically. And if I every failed to please him perfectly, either sexually or in any chore or command, it would be a trip to the dungeon." The woman shivered again at the mere mention. "Even there I would always be dedicated to obeying but ... it was difficult. And painful."

Krystal's scowl deepened. "How did you escape?"

"I know not. Over the past weeks his magic seemed to be fading in power. I don't know why. I ... I found myself able to resist his commands, though I tried hard to hide this development from him. Then, when I saw a chance, I escaped with a merchant who was delivering goods to the tower and ran as far as fast as I could. I know your reputation fair Knight! Surely you will help all those I left behind?

"Without question. You need only tell me his name, and where to find this tower of debauchery."

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Marek looked out the window of his private study in the pinnacle of his tower. He picked up a large crystal, muttered a word of magic and held it to his eye. Suddenly the small figure in the distance looked to him as if just in front of him. There was no mistaking that it was the Knight, Krystal, on her way to his tower. He could see her honey-colored hair flowing in the wind behind her as her horse galloped. With the aid of his spell he could see the line of her jaw, the freckles high upon her cheek, her bright blue eyes.

Marek felt a stirring as he looked at her face. He had first met her a year ago, though she did not know that. A year and a half ago a neighboring Baron had asked her to look into some unusual disappearances in the Barony. Krystal ultimately found a cave of ogres nearby and some suitable looking remains. It was annoying to Marek that her investigation had been thorough enough that she uncovered his ogre cave and the bones Marek planted there. It was more annoying that he needed to leave that Barony alone after that, lest it be realized that the ogres were not to blame. The village near his tower was fine, but the Barony offered a wider variety of women that he could bring into his service.

Then, a few months later, she was tasked (by the Prince himself no less!) to explore a gem mine that had been lost. Of course, it was Marek that had taken over the mine, having his underlings continue operations but take the spoils, on the lookout for gems particularly useful to Marek. Amethyst in particular is most useful in enchantment spells. This time, Marek wanted to know more about this Knight that was getting in his way for a second time. So Marek used an illusion to change his appearance and introduced himself to Krystal as "Ramazar", an adventuring mage. True, Marek's war magic was nothing compared to his enchantments, but it was serviceable. The two of them, joined by a few other men-at-arms ventured to the mine, made it through the traps that were supposed to keep them out, freed the miners, slaughtered the band of orcs that were serving as overseers, and then the Knight even dispatched the Stone Giant that Marek had placed above it all!

But as frustrating as it was to lose the mine, Marek had already profited greatly from it. The real result of that adventure was the Knight. She was strong. Noble. Brave. Fierce. And utterly, devastatingly gorgeous. Marek knew in an instant he needed to add her to his collection. He could not know such a perfect specimen was out there and not under his control. Allowing his enchantments on Meredith to slip was a stroke of genius, he thought. Allow one of his pets to overhear him talking about stories of the noble Krystal and her feats of daring. Allow her to escape his clutches dramatically. Surely the woman would seek out the Knight and convince her to end his evil ways.

And now she had arrived. She had already cost him so much, but if he was able to bring her under his spells, it would more than pay for the inconvenience. She would be the best of his collection. Favored.

Marek looked at her again through the magical gem, not just admiring her form, but assessing the Knight. Two swords. Saddlebags that looked like they would become her backpack. Plate armor. Good good. He could work with that. It offers heavy protection, but is cumbersome, uncomfortable. He began to look away and then looked back, staring at her chest. Not that there was anything alluring to see with the metal breastplate on, but there was a glint. An amulet or amber around her neck, just faintly pulsing. Marek stroked his beard.

So the Knight has an amulet of magic resistance. She did come prepared. Wise of her. Of course, many a warrior has overestimated the protections of such amulets. They could sometimes be overcome by sufficiently powerful spells. They could also be ... avoided. Perhaps Marek could not directly cast a spell on the Knight, but if his spell made a room cold, she would still feel the cold. If she drank a potion, the affects would bypass the amulet entirely. Yes, there were ways he could still ensnare her. And for such a prize as this one, it would not be satisfying if it were too easy...

I used to have a bunch of things on the old mindcontrolstories subreddit, but had to migrate them to my profile as it closed down. If I have the embedding right, this should be my list of all of them, if anyone wants to find them.

>Table of Contents
by u/anymouse76 in u_anymouse76