The Mage Breaker

by Whiskey Flowers

  Tanner and Sawyer gave each other a nod and shut up. Tanner figured he could attempt to make a run for it but he had no idea where he was at. The rest of the trip thankfully took less than two weeks, Tanner was beyond cramped and not talking started grating on his nerves. Tanner was sleep when he entered the city he was now in, his dreams were interrupted by the smart mouthed soldier who threw a bucket of water on him.

  “Get up you, it’s time to meet your new master,” the soldier said laughing.

  “Well now what do we have here,” said a fat man in a tight fitting outfit.

  “Hands off Buster,” the soldier Tanner hated said. “This one here belongs to Zavor.”

  “I don’t belong to no fucking body you tosser,” Tanner replied.

  “That is a big one there,” Buster replied. “I don’t know why the mage bothers with such dangerous slaves, ones like him need to be brought to the arena to fight other slaves.”

  “This one killed six soldiers on the frontline,” the red robed mage said as he joined into the conversation. “Zavor should be waiting for us, I already sent a messenger ahead.”

  “Just as long as I get my cut, I’m the only licensed seller of slaves in the city,” Buster said as he then examined Tanner’s cage mate.

  “Ah here is your ride,” The red robed mage said as an elaborate carriage pulled up. “Try anything and Master Zavor will have your entrails decorating the walls.”

  Tanner watched as the carriage door opened, out walked two burly looking but blank faced men. They didn’t look like serious men, their eyes looked empty somehow. The red robed mage opened up the cage Tanner was in as the two empty men grabbed him by his arms and dragged him into the carriage where the smallest man Tanner had ever seen sat.

  The man had a big forehead but his limbs were very short, this Zavor was a half man. Tanner had never seen one before but heard kings kept them as pets. This half man had on mage robes and had a look on his face that Tanner knew meant he wasn’t to be trifled with. The mage dug around in the carriage as it pulled off and pulled out a small bottle.

  “You will drink this or you will be tortured until you do,” the half man said as he gave Tanner the bottle.

  “If you are gonna torture me you half man dandy then let’s get it over with,” Tanner said as one of the blank faced men slammed an elbow into the side of his head.

  “I forget how difficult slaves can be before they have had their first drink,” Zavor replied. “Now drink up.”

  Tanner felt another elbow slam into his head and dropped to the floor of the wagon as his mouth was opened up and the contents poured inside.

  ~

  “Hurry up slave and fetch me my water,” the half man said angrily. “It’s amazing your people haven’t killed themselves out of stupidity. It’s a small wonder why we haven’t already won this war.”

  Tanner blanked his mind and brought the small mage a goblet of water. The man snatched it out of his grasp and gave him a dismissive wave to go away. The mage he was serving, Zavor was the master of the small mage school Tanner now found himself at. This was a finishing school for elite mages. Because he was in charge, Zavor often kept important company. Tanner had seen military leaders coming and going from the academy. Other Mages often visited Zavor either to kiss his ass or ask for his guidance on how to make slaves docile. What they didn’t know was that Zavor did it by one of his greatest inventions, mind sweep.

  The foul brew Tanner was forced to drink when he first arrived had been concocted by the Tavorian mage. Zavor somehow infused the brew with his magic which made the recipient of the brew open to suggestion. Zavor had been the creator of the brew and had kept the recipe secret from the rest of Tavor. Because of mind sweep, Zavor often bought the burliest slaves he could find, he had nothing to fear from them. Mind sweep was in the drink and in the stew he fed all of his slaves, ensuring their continuing subservience. Tanner’s ability to negate magic made this brew ineffective but he quickly learned to play along when they gave him another dose. Although the war was still going on Tanner was relatively safe as a personal servant, being put with Zavor had its advantages.

  Tanner had already memorized the maps Zavor kept and would secretly leech power off of the strong but diminutive mage all throughout the day as well as the other mages in the academy. It was simple now to let his power strands flow until they found a mage, then he would seep power slowly without hampering their ability to do magic. He had twelve such strands going right now including Zavor who he would relish killing.

  Zavor had two female slaves which he abused regularly. Sometimes he would have them touch each other or couple with other slaves for his company’s enjoyment. Other times he would invite young and impressionable female mages to his office and plow them with mind sweep before enjoying their bodies. After he would make them them walk back to their quarters believing they had coupled with the king himself. Tanner tried to keep a blank look instead of one full of the disgust as Zavor was talked to an older female mage. Unlike the young 15 or 16 summers he usually went for, she was about 30.

  “I have brought you a treat but before we get to that, what do you want for that guard of yours?” the woman said looking over Tanner. “He has muscles of a man but the face of a child, absolutely delicious.”

  “He is not for sale,” Zavor stated as Tanner saw him reach for a wine bottle and pour the woman some of his foul concoction.

  “Aww what a pity,” the woman said as she took the wine filled goblet. “Aren’t you going to have some yourself? I don’t drink alone.”

  “I don’t drink at all, it’s bad form to drink in front of guests,” Zavor said in his usual harsh tone.

  “Well then I will refrain also,” the woman purred as she sat the goblet down. “I wouldn’t want to get impaired and have you get the wrong idea. Is it hot in here?” She said as she undid the top two buttons of her shirt, exposing the top half of her breasts.

  “You sure you don’t want some wine,” Zavor said as Tanner noticed he was starting to sweat.

  She was playing him like a lute Tanner thought. She didn’t have any special potion but she didn’t need it, even a blind man could see the half man was sweating and he had a small bulge coming from his pants.

  “No thank you Zavor, I refuse to drink alone,” she replied as she picked up a strawberry and let it play on her lips before swallowing it whole.

  “I’ll drink, I’ll drink,” the Mage said as he got up and went for the door. “I’ll be back don’t touch any of my things on the wall or in my desk. This slave here will watch you.”

  Zavor went out of the door to grab another bottle of his brew. He had guards stationed at the small closet where he prepared his mind sweep. They were under orders not to leave or let in anyone other than the Zavor himself. Of course they had pissed and shitted themselves so now they were on rotation to handle calls of nature.

  Tanner stared as the woman pulled out two water skins she had inside of a small pack. She quickly downed the contents of one and poured the brew Zavor gave her as wine into it. She pulled out a small cloth and wiped the inside of the goblet clean before pouring the contents of her other water skin into the goblet. Tanner wanted to laugh at Zavor for finally picking someone who was more manipulative than he was. Zavor rushed into the door already holding a goblet filled with what Tanner assumed was regular wine and a fresh bottle of mind sweep.

  “Slave, did she touch anything?” Zavor said as he sat down.

  “She did not leave her seat master,” Tanner replied not fully answering the mage’s question.

  “Ah, now let us drink,” Zavor said as he put his goblet to his lips.

  “Why don’t you put anyway this small sample I have brought you first?” the woman said as she pulled some type of mushroom out of her pack. “I have many more but I would hate for this one to go to waste.”

  Zavor greedily snatched the mushroom away and held it up to his crooked nose. “Where did you get this?”

  “Why don�
��t you put it away first and we will talk about it over our drink,” the woman said with a smile.

  Zavor got up and walked to the wall where his strongbox was kept. The woman deftly opened up a secret compartment in her ring and a clear liquid poured out of it and into the half-man’s cup while his back was turned. By the time Zavor turned back around, the woman was already sitting back at her seat.

  “That is a very special mushroom,” Zavor said as he eyed the woman.

  “Well I won’t lie to you Zavor, ever since you discovered the ability to change faces you have been the talk of the town,” the woman said as she unbuttoned another of her buttons.

  “Well I uh,” Zavor said stammering as he looked at the woman’s full breasts which look dangerously close to popping out of her top. “I should have kept it to myself that I had this ability Whychara.”

  So that was this woman’s name, Tanner thought. The ability to change faces had to be the reason the assassin was able to impersonate Grodd or how the Tavorians had impersonated the others.

  “Well if you did that you wouldn’t have been made the headmaster,” Whychara said as she picked up her goblet. “I know to make this brew of yours you need that mushroom. I know where a secret grove of these are at. I am guessing the King and other high nobles have been forcing you to make more of the brew. Your recipe is already known to those who have the power to get it, I want to go into business with you. I’ll give you these mushrooms and you make your brew. I’ll sell it for you and we both make a tidy profit.”

  “What if you just tell me where this grove is at so I can get the mushrooms without you?” Zavor said as he clicked his goblet against the one Whychara had and drank deeply. Whychara smiled at the man and begin to drink deeply herself as Zavor finished his cup.

  “Yes it won’t be long now while it takes effect Whychara,” Zavor said in his normal predatory grin. “I call it mind sweep, I will take this grove along with your body you conniving bitch!” That was the last words Zavor spoke as he toppled over.

  Whychara smiled at the little man who was now on the floor and rubbed his head. She then fixed her eyes on Tanner. Tanner could tell the woman was nervous and probably hadn’t thought her plan all the way through yet. She turned to her pack and pulled out the waterskin containing the mind sweep and walked over to Tanner.

  “Drink this slave,” she commanded with all the gusto she could muster, Tanner could tell it was just an act though. Tanner grabbed the waterskin and drank deeply from it as the woman Whychara stated that he should finish every drop. Normally when it started to affect the other slaves their eyes would roll back slightly then their features would blank. Tanner copied this as the woman let out a smile.

  “I had been wondering how that fucking half-man kept his slaves under control,” the woman said to Tanner as she slapped his cheek softly a couple of times. “Guards as big and burly as you and none of them thought to attack him? None of you have any marks for being disobedient? He made his mistake when he started using his new brew to capture young girls, poor fool. You will never speak of this, whenever you are asked you will just smile a little and say you do not know. Maybe I should take you with me, I could have fun with a young one like you. How many women have you slept with?”

  “None,” Tanner replied trying to get his hormones under control.

  “None!?!” Whychara said in shock. “I have heard your master invites over guests and makes his slaves perform on each other. I would have thought you would have been requested, well that is neither here nor there. Where does your master keep all of his brewing recipes?”

  “At the closet with the guards,” Tanner replied.

  “Well I won’t be able to get it all on this go around but I am sure I will be able to later, give me your knife” Whychara said as she held out her hand for the small blade Zavor armed his bodyguard slaves with.

  Tanner watched as Whychara walked over to the half man and started yanking out his hair near the back of his head. She had quite a handful of hair from all over his head and put it in a small sack. She then pulled out some small vials and used just the tip of the knife and inserted it under the small Mage’s thumb. The blood poured out of the small wound as the woman filled two vials full with it then spread some kind of paste on it which stopped the bleeding abruptly. She then stoppered the vials and placed them back in her pack before moving on to other parts of the room.

  The bottle he had brought in had been emptied into a wine skin, the mind sweep safely secured with the woman. She left the bottle lying on the floor and spilled a little around the mouth to make it seem like it had fallen over.

  “Where does he normally plow the young girls too foolish to know what he really wants?” Whychara said as she unbuttoned her top all the way, before taking off her skirt and stripping down naked.

  “I do not know,” Tanner said truthfully. “He always has me come in to clean up afterward but normally they are naked and lying in front of that mirror.” Tanner said as he pointed to a full floor length mirror on the opposite wall.

  “That naughty little shit,” the woman said as she took off the half man’s boots. “He wants to check himself out while he is stuffing some poor girl. I do wonder what it looks like.” Whychara pulled down the mages trousers and started laughing immediately. Tanner could not make out all of her words but knew she wasn’t too impressed about what she found there. She laid down on her back and put the now somewhat naked man on top of her, it was all Tanner could do not to react to her naked body.

  “Stand outside and if he asks you, he sent you away before this started,” Whychara said as Tanner left the room.

  A few moments later Tanner heard the mage calling out. “Slave, slave come in here.”

  Tanner opened the door and could see the half man pulling up his trousers looking confused while Whychara laid on the floor naked with a vacant stare in her eyes, most likely mimicking what Tanner had done.

  “Slave, what happened after I drank my wine?” Zavor said rubbing his head.

  “You sent me away,” Tanner replied.

  “I drank my wine too fast then, it looks like I may have given her too much mind sweep,” Zavor said as he looked down at the naked woman.

  “So Whychara, why did you come here tonight, what was it you hoped to gain?” Zavor asked the woman.

  “I was told to seduce you and find out how you made the disguising brew,” Whychara replied.

  “Who sent you to do this?” Zavor asked.

  “It was Xendear, High Mage of Tavor,” Whychara replied.

  “I knew that mage was jealous, mad that he cannot match me,” Zavor said laughing. “That is because I have the Sword of Ages, he will never be able to do any of my magics. Does he know I have the ability to blank minds?”

  “He suspects, it is curious how your slaves are so docile,” Whychara replied.

  “Well I know the perfect way to fix him,” Zavor said with a laugh. “Where was this grove of mushrooms you were talking about?”

  “I do not know, Xandear gave me the mushroom,” Whychara replied.

  “Slave come over here and disrobe,” Zavor said waving Tanner towards him.

  Tanner was stuck at this point, he had no idea what Zavor wanted but knew he may have to kill the small mage. Tanner walked over and stripped down naked.

  “Yes this will do nicely” Zavor said as he grabbed Tanner’s cock. “Have you ever been with a woman before?”

  “I have not,” Tanner replied feeling uneasy.

  “Well then I can’t have you finishing up to soon, lie down flat on the floor,” Zavor said with a grin. “Whychara I want you to ride this young stud, whenever you think he is about to blow his load, stop for a little while then continue until you are good and sore.”

  Tanner lay down on the floor excited as hell but conflicted. On one hand he really wanted things to work with Mary but she wasn’t here and Whychara was. He tried his best to let his mind wander as the woman opened herself and glided down his length. He
had hoped his face was still blank because he could see Whychara frowned a little before remembering her mask. She slid up and down his length, slowly at first before working her hips into a rhythm. Tanner thought about Meredith and knew this was nothing like that. Meredith was enjoyable but she had nothing on this woman. Whychara tensed her muscles and went to climb off but there was no helping it. Tanner erupted all over the place just as she climbed off, some of it squirting and hitting the little mage in the mouth as he gasped.

  “Fucking slave,” Zavor said as he spit Tanner’s seed out of his mouth. “Fucking whore, why didn’t you make him last longer?”

  “I tried,” Whychara replied, the color evident in her face.

  “The only reason I picked this slave is because I figured his cock is much larger than mine.” Zavor said still making a disgusted face. “Well I want you to get dressed and gather your things. You will most likely feel sore tomorrow. Xandear raped you when you left here and threatened to kill you if you told anyone. I accepted your offer and my secret ingredient for the face changing potion is pig shit fermented in the caster’s mouth for a period of three hours. You will lie down in your bed and remember nothing else about your time here except for what I just told you.”

  Tanner watched as the woman got up and flashed a small grin when the mage’s back was turned and collected her things. She walked out of the room without fanfare and Zavor laughed to himself. “I wonder how many mages will have pig shit in their mouth? Xandear thought he could take me? Me, the Headmaster of the Black Mages? Well I’ll fix him in more ways than one.”

  CHAPTER 8

  It had been two days since Whychara was at the school, Zavor seemed not to think anything was up. Tanner was bursting with energy now, he was slowly draining Zavor and thought it was kind of funny to hear the small mage complain about being exhausted. Tanner had listened to Zavor talk about his brews and knew the King would like to have them, it seemed this Sword of Ages was a deciding factor in making the magical concoction. Tanner was far from an expert but had never knew magic could be drinkable, apparently it had been a new thing discovered by Zavor. Zavor was in high demand because of this concoction; it was no surprise when a missive was sent from the palace along with a girl.