Pervikar

by John Evans

  “Get dressed and come here tomorrow at the same time,” he ordered.

  Melinar climbed off the table and went behind the screen to change her clothes. She soon came out from behind the screen, curtsied to Cedric and left the room.

  “Well, my dear,” said Cedric turning to Nyrandurril. “Do you think that you can dance like her?"

  “Milord, please do not make me dance like her,” Nyrandurril pleaded.

  “I suppose I will have to send you and the ogre out into the forest to look for lost sheep. You won't need any guards or foreman because you will be perfectly safe with him.”

  “Milord! He will attack me!" she cried.

  “You attacked him first. Make your decision.”

  “I will dance.”

  “Good. In the cupboard is another costume. Take it behind the screen and change,” commanded Cedric.

  Nyrandurril got the costume and went behind the screen to change. Per tensed as one of the doors to the gallery opened. Thanks to his ogre heritage, Per retained the ability to see in the dark by seeing the different heat levels between objects. Looking at the dark doorway, he saw the image of Melinar as she tiptoed onto the gallery. Per signaled her to come over to him as he carefully watched Cedric and Felinor, hoping that they would not catch them up there. Melinar came over to him and Per raised a finger to his lips, cautioning her to remain silent. Melinar nodded her head and stood still in the shadows up against him.

  Nyrandurril came out from behind the screen wearing an identical costume to that Melinar had worn. The difference was that Nyrandurril's small, pert breasts barely filled the cups of the halter top where Melinar's cups overflowed. Nyrandurril's hips were also slimmer, in keeping with her lither body.

  Nyrandurril got up onto the table and the music started to play. Her dancing was different to Melinar's; she danced to the melody rather than the beat. Her movements flowed as she stripped pieces of gauze off her halter top and bikini bottom. The dance was erotic and Per felt his hard cock twitch. He heard Melinar's breath quicken as Nyrandurril stripped. Again as the last piece of gauze came off, Cedric stopped the music.

  “Get dressed,” he ordered. “For your reluctance today, you will dance tomorrow and remove both gauze and silk from your costume. Come back here at the start of the third watch.”

  Nyrandurril bowed her head and went behind the screen. She changed clothes and then left, leaving the two men alone.

  “By Gods! I almost burst as she danced!" exclaimed Felinor. “We take them tomorrow night, right?"

  “No. It's too early. Wait - it will be worth it,” replied Cedric. “Tomorrow, Nyrandurril will dance first and leave, then Melinar will dance. Sort of a competition. For the next two nights after that, the girls will dance at the same time, stripping the gauze off each other. On the fourth night, the girls will dance together and begin to caress each other. On the fifth night, I will have them make love to each other. On the sixth night, I have something special for they to do, and on the seventh night...”

  Cedric stopped talking to make a sweeping motion to the gallery with his hand. Melinar, with a slight gasp, pressed back against Per.

  “...they will perform before all twenty of my guests that I have invited for a special party. At the end of the performance, you and I will take them. As my guest, you can have first choice.”

  “I want Melinar's sweet lips wrapped around my cock,” said Felinor with a smile.

  “Good choice. I will take Nyrandurril and watch her squirm with delight as I sink my shaft into her pussy. Of course, after we are finished, I will have to let my guests enjoy these pleasures. It's the duty of a host to give freely, is it not?" laughed Cedric.

  “Of course, it is your duty, but why are you sure they will comply?" asked Felinor.

  “The wine I gave them before we came here is drugged. The drug slowly, but effectively removes their inhibitions. That is why I can't rush things. The drug will build up in the ladies until, by the seventh night, they will be willing to do anything.”

  Per listened intently to their plan. Melinar shifted a little bit and he wished she would stand still. Suddenly, just barely stifling a gasp, he felt Melinar's hand brush up and down his raging hard-on. While Per's intelligence and wisdom came from his mother, cock definitely came from his father. His hard prick was twelve inches long and two and a half inches in diameter. Per tried not to move as Melinar continued to rub his cock through his pants.

  “Well," he heard Cedric say. “Tomorrow is another busy day and tomorrow night should be entertaining. Let's be off.”

  Per stood stock-still as Cedric and Felinor left the room. After they left, he grasped Melinar's arms and moved her out of reach of him.

  “I knew you were a big fella," Melinar said with a smile. “I just didn't know how big. Did Nyran's dancing turn you on that much?"

  “I... um... you see... errr... uh... the both of you... I mean…,” stammered Per, thankful that the dark hid his blushing.

  “Both of us?" she asked questioningly. “Have you been with a girl?"

  “No!" he shot back, hoping to close the subject. Per was interested in sex, very interested, but the local girls were shy of him because of his huge size.

  “I'm sorry,” said Melinar. “The drug must be affecting me. Let's go find Nyran.”

  “You mean Nyrandurril?" he asked.

  “Of course. I call her Nyran for short.”

  They left the gallery and met Nyrandurril in a secluded area of the castle. Per told her of Cedric's conversation with Felinor.

  “Did you drink the wine?" asked Per. “I did not see you two drink any when you were in the audience chamber.”

  “I drank some earlier today,” stated Melinar, thinking back. “I have to bring a flagon of wine and a chalice to the Baron every day at midday. He makes me test the wine from a small cup, but the wine is poured by the steward out of a cask, which is also served to the Baron's guests."

  “I also have to bring him wine, but just before dinnertime,” stated Nyrandurril. “He pulled out a small cup and had me test the wine. He then poured himself some wine and drank it so the wine could not be drugged. Melinar, did you test the wine out of a small silver cup that he took out of a case from behind his desk?"

  “Yes.”

  “The wine is not drugged. The drug must be in the silver cup,” Nyrandurril said. “Melinar, we must not drink anymore of the wine. Tomorrow, when you test the wine, hold it in your mouth until you can get away and spit it out. Per, we need to get the key to the storeroom. Your father will be here the day after tomorrow, correct?"

  “His father!" exclaimed Melinar. “The Baron will never allow an ogre into the castle.”

  “Step-father, sort of,” said Per with a smile. “Yes, day after tomorrow.”

  “I'm sorry. I'll get the key,” Melinar said. “The captain of the guard has a complete set of keys. I'll steal it from him. Don't worry, I'll be careful.”

  “Alright,” said Nyrandurril. “We only have tomorrow to get into the storeroom. Melinar, you and I are going to have to act like we are still drugged and do what the Baron says until Per's stepfather can come with help. Per, as long as it is safe, hide in the gallery at night. I hope you can get more information from the Baron and Felinor after we leave them, but make sure you do not interfere, no matter what Melinar and I do in the audience chamber. We should be safe until the seventh night. If we raise the Baron's suspicions, we could all disappear or have fatal accidents. Let us meet here tomorrow after we are finished in the audience chamber.”

  The three young people parted. The next day, Per was assigned to the forge. Although he was not a blacksmith, he could do the hard labor of preparation and could work the bellows with ease. He did not see Melinar or Nyrandurril until the late afternoon when Melinar walked by the forge. She smiled and winked. Per hoped that it meant that she did not drink the wine and that she had gotten the key. He continued to work until supper.

  Neither Melinar nor Nyrandurril were a
t the common tables and, after dinner, Per went searching for them. They were not in their rooms or with the guests. Per even went to the audience chamber and was almost caught by a guard. Luckily, the guard was tired and not overly ambitious. Per was just about ready to give up when he found them in a small, rarely used room.

  They were both sitting on a small sofa. Melinar had her arms wrapped around Nyrandurril and was rocking her softly. Nyrandurril's shoulders were shaking and Per could hear her crying.

  “What happened?" he asked, squeezing through the doorway and then closing the door. “Are you hurt?"

  “I am alright,” replied Nyrandurril, pushing herself away from Melinar and wiping off her tears. “It is just nerves. I had to drink two cups of wine this evening. I held the first wine in my mouth, but the Baron pulled out another cup and filled it for me so I had to swallow. Then he started talking to me and I had to swallow the second cup as well. I think the Baron is trying to bring the amount of drug in my body up to the same level as Melinar's since she has been here longer and has probably had more of it.”

  “We can leave and hide in the forest,” said Per.

  “No, we can't," stated Melinar, matter-of-factly. “Nyran and I have to dance for the Baron and Felinor very soon. If we aren't there, he'll start a search for us. We have to keep to the plan. We'll meet afterwards. Oh, by the way, I've got the key to the storeroom.”

  “Great!" stated Per. “How did you get it?"

  “I let the captain of the guard pin me against a wall in an empty corridor and grope me while I lifted the keys out of his pocket,” Melinar stated with a grimace. “I like sex. I just hate being manhandled. Come on, it's time for you to get to your lookout post and for Nyran and I to go to the audience chamber.”

  Per got up and went to the gallery, his mind seething with anger. Hiding in the shadows, he saw Melinar and Nyrandurril enter the chamber, hug one another and go behind the screen to get changed. All three waited in silence for Cedric and Felinor.

  They arrived shortly, immediately pulled up their chairs to the table and got out their musical instruments. Melinar moved towards the tablebut was stopped by Cedric. “My dear,” he said in a sickening sweet voice. “You should have seen Nyrandurril dance last night. Exquisite! You will watch her dance first to see if you can dance as well as she does.”

  Melinar bowed her head and stepped back as Nyrandurril ascended to the top of the table. As the music started to play, Nyrandurril danced. She again danced to the melody, her movements fluid and light. Strip after strip of gauze seemed to float away from her costume until she was only dressed in the halter top and bikini bottoms with the silk pieces still affixed. Per, watching, had to shift around to a better position to ease his rapidly expanding cock.

  Nyrandurril standing in front of Cedric, her body swaying, reached up and grasped a corner of the silk piece covering her right breast. Slowly, she pulled down on the bright silk, sliding it out of the halter frame, exposing her breast. Still dancing, she pulled out the silk covering her left breast. She released both pieces of silk, which floated slowly to the floor.

  Per had never really seen a woman's breasts before. Nyrandurril's breasts couldn’t compare in size to either Melinar's or his mother's, but they were the first ones he actually had a good look at. They were small and firm with dark aureoles. Even from the gallery, Per could see that her nipples were hard.

  Nyrandurril danced for a few more moments before reaching down and pulling the first, then the second, and finally the third piece of silk from her bikini bottom frame. Nyrandurril's skin was pale and smooth, and her blonde pubic hair poked out from between the frame. She continued to dance, clad in the topless and bottomless frames. After a few moments, Cedric stopped the music. “Very good, my dear,” he said. “You can get dressed. Be here tomorrow evening at the same time.”

  Nyrandurril climbed off the table, got dressed, and left the room. After she was gone, Melinar got on the table. The music started again and Melinar began to dance. She moved in time to the heavy beat and, while Nyrandurril's dance was more fluid, Melinar's dance was more elemental. Stripping the gauze off quickly, Melinar's dance took on an erotic theme. Her movements were suggestive and her hands roamed to caress her body. Per had to concentrate to control his breathing and his hard cock was uncomfortably constricted by his pants.

  Melinar teasingly pulled the pieces of silk out of the frames until she was as naked as Nyrandurril had been. Per could see her large tits straining against the halter frame. Her flesh wiggled and rippled as she moved. The bikini frame enhanced her well rounded ass. Again, after a few moments, Cedric stopped the music.

  “Much better, my dear,” he said. “Tomorrow, you will show Nyrandurril how to dance. Get dressed and come back tomorrow at the same time.”

  Melinar dressed and left. Per listened carefully, hoping to find out some more information, but the two men got up and left the room after putting their instruments away. After carefully easing his cock around to a better position, Per quietly left the gallery and went to find Nyrandurril and Melinar. He found them waiting for him at their rendezvous point.

  “Are you two alright?" Per asked concerned.

  “We're fine," answered Melinar. “Let's get down to the storeroom so I can replace the keys before they are missed. Did they say anything?"

  “No. They left right after you did,” replied Per.

  “Did you enjoy the show?"

  “Melinar!" cried Per, embarrassed.

  “Forget it. It is necessary,” Melinar said, with a smile.

  As they headed for the basement, Per asked Melinar how she was going to return the keys.

  “Easy. I'll just leave them in the guardroom or bathhouse. Someplace where the captain frequents where he could accidentally have dropped or left them,” she replied.

  Not many people went to the basement during supper. The workers tried to catch up on sleep, servants were busy with dinner, and the nobility had their own amusements upstairs. Nevertheless, the trio proceeded cautiously to the storeroom. Once there, Melinar pulled out a small ring of keys and began trying them in the lock. Per and Nyrandurril kept lookout until they heard a loud click as Melinar unlocked the door.

  The three of them barely fit into the small room. Boxes and odd knick-knacks lined the shelves. Nyrandurril got a shock as she opened one case and found it contained an assortment of various size and shaped dildos.

  “Hmmm. Ivory, jade...," said Melinar, looking over Nyrandurril's shoulder. “Probably worth a fortune but not the kind of thing you'd leave in the treasure room.”

  Per looked up and on the shelf, he saw three vases just like the ones he and Melinar were supposed to have broken. He gingerly took one down and handed it to the girls. Nyrandurril turned the vase over and looked at the potter's mark.

  “Zyren. He's the potter at my village but I've never seen him craft work like this,” she said.

  “The Baron doesn't want this work to get out of the castle,” said Per. “It is probably ordered just for him and delivered without anyone else knowing about it.”

  “You're right,” said Nyrandurril, handing the vase back to him. “Be careful putting it back. Tell your stepfather everything. We will meet tomorrow night.”

  With that, they parted. Melinar locked the door and went to get rid of the keys. Per and Nyrandurril left separately to their rooms. Per hardly slept the entire night, both excited and scared.

  In the morning, Per arose early and went to work on his duties, barely able to concentrate while waiting for Tenan. Just before midday, Tenan strode into the castle courtyard and greeted him. At the warm, familiar handshake, Per felt his troubles slide away and realized how tense he had been.

  (We must talk. Alone,) he told Tenan in ogre.

  Tenan did not even bat an eye. He smiled and led Per out of the castle to a stand of trees a half a mile away.

  (What happened?) asked Tenan.

  Per switched back to the Common Tongue and told Tenan everything th
at had occurred. Tenan's scowl deepened and his face grew dark with each word Per spoke. After Per finished, Tenan sat still, his face menacing. He inhaled sharply and then exhaled slowly, forcing the anger out of him.

  “I've heard of kids having their service extended for committing various infractions, but it never occurred to me to be out-and-out slavery. Can you and the girls keep up this charade? I will get help, but it will take time. Stay as long as possible. If you have to leave, hide in the woods east of here. I'll find you there.”

  “Thank you,” said Per. “I knew we could count on you.”

  “Let's head back,” said Tenan, standing up. “I'm going to have to leave immediately if we want this done in time.”

  After saying goodbye to one another, Per watched Tenan stroll down the road before going back to his chores. Per knew that once Tenan was out of sight of the castle, he would move like the wind.

  “You have to decide what to show people and what to hide,” Tenan had always told him. “What you show them affects what they think and how they react. What you hide from people will surprise them later, if and when you need that advantage.”

  Chapter 2: The Dance Of Their Lives

  Night was falling as Per went off to supper. Both girls were there in the servant's hall with Nyrandurril looked slightly dazed. Per caught Melinar's eye. Melinar pointed to herself and shook her head no, then she pointed at Nyrandurril and nodded yes.

  “We'll have to come up with some plan that will prevent her from drinking the drug,” thought Per.

  After dinner, Per quickly finished his chores and snuck up to the gallery. Nyrandurril and Melinar were in the chamber and had already changed into their costumes. Per barely managed to get to his hiding spot before Cedric and Felinor walked in, got out their instruments and sat down.

  “Tonight you will dance together. You, Nyrandurril, will remove pieces from Melinar's costume and Melinar will remove pieces from yours.”

  “Yes, milord,” they replied in unison.