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Why did wizards have towers?

The pink mouse found himself pondering the question with every arduous handhold he

made climbing up said tower. In the middle of a valley with no other structures, the stone

building stood out as ominous and uninviting. In a way, Jamie supposed that was the overall

point. One doesn't make a big pillar in the middle of nowhere with the expectation of wanting

guests.

But they couldn't expect it to stave everyone away. Being a thief, and a good one at that,

Jamie knew such a sight screamed 'rob me for I have valuables'. His former guild had robbed

wizards before - by the hells, this wasn't even his first magical tower - he just found it odd how

they erected them like giant middle fingers rather than have something more hidden. Jamie

jumped up, clasping the closest ledge as his black cloak billowed in the wind while he thought of

less conspicuous places wizards could make home.

"Underground," Jamie muttered to himself while climbing, "with a secret entrance. Or

maybe in a mountain with a secret entrance." In his line of work, secret entrances meant the

same thing as lone towers but with more attempts to stay hidden. Not that it stopped him, as the

guild had taught Jamie to find and open any entrance, secret or otherwise. If he wasn't

freelance he might have returned to ask for advice on the lack of them, having only found one

door at the bottom of the tower. Everything else was seamless, like they didn't build the tower

brick by brick.

Considering it was a wizard, that seemed accurate. Magic people did crazy things.

Pulling himself up to a window ledge, Jamie peered inside the lair of Alphonse the Tempest and

Mia the Black. The only window in the tower yet he saw no sign of either mage. Just shelves full

of books, and another door.

Collapsing over the railing, his hood fell back and exposed his red hair. Jamie took a

moment to regain his bearings, having just free climbed what had to be five stories of seamless

black stone. Having magical sticky gloves, boots, and kneepads helped, though he had to pull

them off before delving further. Literal sticky fingers made picking loot an exercise in frustration.

With his ear close at the door, Jamie heard no footsteps approaching. Some wizards had

magical automatons walk their halls for security, especially in bigger places. Hearing none,

Jamie looked over some of the tomes with professional interest to see if any would catch an eye

in the black market. Geomancy, demon summoning, ley lines, and more advanced subjects that

the thief knew little about, which meant some magic user would pay dearly for it. Stretching the

interdimensional bag he permanently borrowed from the guild, the mouse stuffed books inside,

taking those with the most decorative covers as well as the most complicated names. Satisfied,

he peered through the keyhole to see the hallway in preparation for his next move.

It wasn't a hallway. Jamie blinked, checking again to find another room sat at the

opposite side of the door. "Huh, that's odd," he said to himself, voiding the first rule of breaking

and entering; be quiet. Luckily for the mouse, no one was present to make him regret it.

No surprise that the door was unlocked. People rarely locked their doors inside,

especially when on the higher floors. Jamie crept into the candle-lit room, parsing through wares

on the wall like he was in a candy store in his youth, only he could actually take items. He did

with little restraint. From paintings, to fine porcelain plates and silverware, all failed to fill the

bottomless pit of his magic bag.

This continued for several rooms, each more wondrous than the last. The only things he

found himself avoiding were statues. Despite the remarkable, one might say too realistic,

carvings, none were small enough to fit inside the opening of his bag without tearing the

drawstrings. Just as well, every statue was in such a compromising position that only the most

perverted collectors would want one. He knew many sculptors like to carve out a cock, but the

erections weren't something he'd seen in marble before.

Six rooms in and Jamie had stopped questioning the lack of a hallway. He'd found

neither stairs nor the opposite end of the tower. Just door after door leading to more valuables.

Gold glittered against the floating lights above as he pushed handfuls into his sack. Then he

saw the diamond.

It stood on a pedestal in the middle of the room. Big as both his fists clumped together

and bright pink. Jamie felt his body shake in its presence. With everything he'd stolen he'd be

set for life with even the worst fences. The diamond would be a souvenir, something to keep on

the mantle of his own mansion. Greed overwhelmed his senses, pushing his creeping steps into

a sprint without heed for danger. No traps had triggered yet, why now?

The floor clapped over him like a flytrap. Thick goo and pressure immobilized him while

something felt around the mouse, robbing him of his bag, belt, and tools. A falling sensation

rippled through his body. He screamed but found no air, struggled but found nothing to hold as

his fingers stretched against a tar-like substance overwhelming him.

The thud of landing resounded across the material. Unable to breath, Jamie scrambled

when he heard a pair of muffled voices in front of him, pleading for mercy. Fresh air filled his

lungs as two holes were plucked for his nostrils, followed by two for his eyes and two for his

ears. His instant mold prison had brought him to another room filled with books, lit by floating

candles that refused to melt. Across from him stood two lions, one in a graying mane and blue

robes that did little to hide his broad frame, the other svelte and looking twenty years younger

with purplish-red robes that carried a long v-neck down her chest, yet somehow avoided

exposing her breasts.

"It seems my trap has caught another thief, dear," the lioness, Mia he gathered, smiled,

curling her claw in the older lion's mane, "What is that? Fifteen to five?"

Alphonse curled a coy grin at his wife's touch, "My dear, you know I don't bother to keep

track," the bag flung from the latex with a flick of the lion's wrist. Its contents fell haphazardly as

he turned it upside down, not bothered by the pile of trinkets. "My, this one was greedy. Though I

suppose having a bag with its own pocket dimension allows one to get away with such things.

This could be a headache if he's a member of a thieves guild."

"Well if he is, we'd just need to close the window and remove the bait," Mia prodded the

pile with her feet, "But I have doubts he is. Any thief's guild member worth their salt knows how

to read beyond basic magic. If he bothered to actually read the contents then he'd know it's all

gibberish from cover to cover." Were the books fake? Jamie cried into his mold at the revelation.

Everything he'd stolen had to have been a fake. Worthless junk that'd make him a laughing

stock to any reasonable fence. He'd been caught for nothing!

Pinching his temple, the lion sighed, "Well, be it as it may, I feel we should rid ourselves

of this pest. I know a fiend in the hells who'd love another soul to torment."

Jamie screamed for mercy but nothing came from his prison. Fortunately, the lioness

stepped between him and Alphonse. "Dear, aren't you being rather quick? You haven't asked

me what I could do with him yet."

"Oh..." the lion blushed and his ears furled, "Yes, of course dear. How silly of me."

She seized his chest and dragged her finger across it, outlining the muscle underneath

the robes. "I think my garden needs a new center piece, at least until Jaque sends me a new

fountain."

The lion rolled his eyes at that, "I still don't understand why you need something from

him. I can make you a fountain."

"Oh dear, I know you can. But you've told me time and time again that you are no artist.

Jaque is, and we're his favorite clients. Besides, are you really going to say you don't like his

magical theories?"

Jamie would have been more invested in the couple's drama if he weren't scared out of

his mind. Every fiber of his being screamed to run but the material wouldn't break. Whenever he

stretched it too thin it'd snap him back into the mold, threatening to fall over with his momentum.

"Alright, you may do with him as you wish. But if I have no use for him when your new fountain

arrives, it's off to the hells."

Mia purred. "Oh, I'm sure you will, dear." Jamie fell from the mold at the snap of fingers.

Everything from the neck down had been taken from him, leaving the pink mouse's naked form

exposed. Latex still clung over his head, enveloping all over him to cut off his breathing and

sight. Struggling for air, another snap caught Jamie's ears followed by cold metal locking around

his limbs. A cuff braced his joints; forearms, wrists, ankles, thighs, neck and waist, with a ring

pulled behind his balls matched by pressure over his cock. The latex over his face pulled away

so he could see and speak, forming a hood that pulled his reddish pink hair out from the back

into a forced ponytail. Before he could scream, a latex ball filled behind his teeth and inflated,

keeping his jaw stuffed and muffled.

"Oh I just love those cuffs," the lioness said, twirling her fingers to conjure a thin chain

from his collar. She pulled him up and yanked Jamie to follow, "Come now, thief. I have a

garden that needs a new centerpiece." More chains connected his wrists together and clasped

his ankles close, forcing the rodent to hobble behind the lioness through another portal.

The dark candle lit room vanished in place of sunlight shining through a glass ceiling.

Jamie blinked, looking up to an imitation sun hovering high above. Mia pulled him along before

he could confirm the sun was fake, forcing the mouse to hobble through her jungle of a garden.

Massive plants with wide leaves for shade, still rivers of water carved through stone with

small bridges they walked over, and flowers of colors he'd never seen in nature before. It went

on as far as his eyes could see, making him question whether they were still in the tower or not.

After taking that in, Jamie looked at his cuffs. Any good thief knew how to assess their

bindings for escape and he, barring his falling into the trap, was a good thief. But the cuffs had

no locks on them, nor any seams to indicate they opened. He knew he heard them snap over

him, but the white steel cuffs looked like they'd just slipped onto him and shrank.

"Marvelous, aren't they?" Mia said, stopping before a fountain bigger than any Jamie had

seen. A lone ivory white pillar stood in the middle of a small pond, with angelic and demonic

statues tangled in conflict at the bottom. "Your bindings, I mean. Would you believe they are

angelic in nature, rather than fiendish? Apparently the high heavens consider forced servitude a

fine way to dish out repentance."

With the snap of her fingers another portal swept through them. Jamie found himself

atop of the pillar beside the lioness, who now floated in the air. Another snap forced the mouse

to his knees, directing his ass over a spout. "As for my garden, well it was perfect. The statue I

had broke recently and I need a replacement. Honestly I might just redo the whole thing

eventually. Depicting the balance is so passe."

Jamie's body moved of its own accord, bending forward and spreading his cheeks. He

muffled into his gag at the sound of a hose being pulled, the cold metal pressing against his

asshole and pushing through. It came out in his throat in a split second, allowed out of his

mouth thanks to her hand holding his head back and his ballgag transforming to a ring. "Oh

don't worry, you have to be a master of portal magic to waltz through the tower. I just made one

inside your ass that exits out through your throat. I can't make you a waterspout otherwise. Well,

not alive at least."

At her command the latex of his hood shifted. Like wax it melted from his head, encasing

his body in the shiny black material until none of his original fur saw light. His arms bound

themselves behind him while another thin chain pulled his ponytail to keep his head staring

upward. His knees were spread apart to keep him kneeling, giving the mouse thief little room to

struggle. Then his encasement thickened, entombing him in a rubbery shell.

The lioness cheerily patted his encased head. Jamie tried to turn to see her speak but

found such movement impossible. "Hmm...good enough for a replacement I suppose,

temporarily at least. I should definitely consider a new theme for the fountain eventually." Her

fingers trailed down his chest, circling and prodding where his nipples were. The material was

too thick for the mouse to feel anything more than a push, no pleasure or torment. "Hopefully

Jaque will be finished by the week's end. I hate waiting."

The weekend? The week had only just started! Jamie cried into his gag but only an

incoherent grunt seeped out. Smiling, Mia nudged her clawed toe against his latex shelled

bulge, "Oh, don't worry your shiny head my little thief. Your bindings will keep you safe. You

would think that celestial bindings would be merciful, but they're actually quite the opposite." Her

finger trailed across the collar wrapped around his neck, "As long as these items are locked

over you, you will never want for food or drink. Your muscles won't atrophy, and you'll never tire.

Of course, you'll still feel pain and the bindings have a habit of using shocks to keep your body

functioning, but no one said that angels couldn't be cruel. When your enemies are fiends, you

can justify just about anything."

Water rushed through the hose before he could urge another heartfelt grunt for mercy.

The tube inside him expanded with pressure as the faucet over his mouth sprayed. Little drops

cascaded over his latex form, feeling like tiny icicles that bounced over him. The lioness

vanished through a portal, leaving Jamie to clench his fists as he struggled to escape. The

bindings left too little room for any headway.

Underneath the motionless artificial sun, Jamie lost his sense of time atop the platform.

The sorceress feline was correct in that he'd feel no hunger or thirst, just as the aches of being

forced still. What she hadn't told him was how the shocks from the cuffs would work. He

expected them all to shock him at once, but they went one at a time in no order as if to combat

the muscles of the limb alone. He tried to slip his hand from the cuffs, unable to tell if they

shrank with each attempt or if his wrists were too thick.

Eventually he stopped and left himself alone with his thoughts, the chill of each droplet,

and the pitter of water crashing into the pool. Then his thoughts left him, turning the latex mouse

into nothing more than a shiny statue with subtle breathing. In a way, he felt content with that.

Nothing mattered save the flow of water.

Then he fell. Weightless for a second before colliding against cold ceramic tiles.

Reflexes dulled, Jamie slowly surveyed his surroundings. As if he was too slow to stand, his

collar yanked him up, putting him before the wide wizard of the tower.

"I take it in these two weeks you are regretful of your attempted theft?" Alphonse asked.

Jamie looked out into space in the wizard's direction. Two weeks? Surely he meant one. That's

how long Mia said the replacement would arrive. The lion snapped his fingers. "Can you

understand me? Two weeks isn't enough for a mental break. Not for most minds anyway."

The mouse nodded. "Excellent. Do you regret your actions?" Jamie's regret was not for

stealing, that was how he made his living. But getting caught? He couldn't think of any thief who

didn't regret getting caught. A stint in prison was never enjoyable.

The lion frowned despite the mouse's additional nod. With a sigh and an exasperated

shake of his head, Alphonse added, "I don't know why I bother asking that. I've met enough

thieves to know that the only regret is being caught. There's not a sob story you could give me

to prove otherwise."

Jamie's gag garbled with feigned innocence as the lion snapped his fingers. The cuffs

locked behind him again. What little fruitless struggles he made were irrelevant as the lion's paw

enveloped his face, slowly pushing him down against the wall. The foundation acted like mud,

letting him sink until he was at the lion's crotch height. Stone clasped around his head to force

him upward, gag stuck in place to keep his mouth wide open.

"Fortunately I know just how to make use of such dredges in society," The lion unfurled

his robe, revealing a fat rod underneath his chubby stomach. Eyes wide, Jamie's body refused

to budge as the cockhead came closer, hovering inches over his mouth. He smelled the acrid

scent of piss before the yellow stream poured over his maw. Unable to lurch in disgust, Jamie

found himself letting the urine pool in his maw rather than swallow.

The ring around the base of his cock zapped him for this error. "Come on now, drink up.

Just because this is my bathroom doesn't excuse you to let anything spill. Else you'll be

cleaning it with your tongue later."

Jamie swallowed the lion's piss at the threat. A regular stay in prison sounded a

thousand times better now.

The lion left him alone in the bathroom without light, cursed with the taste of piss on his

tongue and nothing else to wash it down. Jamie assumed his own urge to urinate would

sufficiently help him track time. That urge never came, as though he'd not drank anything. Or

whatever he drank never reached his bladder.

The lion's breaks became frequent. Each time his urine lost more of its color, eventually

becoming clear as water. "I must say, I do love having a urinal that grunts. Makes hydrating so

much less of a pain in the ass. I might just have to make you a permanent fixture."

The mouse had long since stopped complaining. Any attempts to fight back or end his

agony were met with zaps from the cage. In some way he grew to enjoy it. As a thief, Jamie was

always the bane of other people's existences. Even adventuring or mercenary parties he'd

signed on to assist never regarded him with trust. But the wizard was always pleased to use

him.

The couple continued to use him without any signs of stopping. Portals slipped the

mouse through the tower at every exchange, soon becoming the only sense of movement he

had. With each transformation he learned a little more about their talents and specialties. While

both were so proficient in portal magic that Jamie could become a pipe with ease, the lioness

held more mastery over his latex covering while the lion molded the elements around him to

better lock the former thief in place. It certainly made 'The Black' a fitting title, though he was

unsure on 'The Tempest' for Alphonse.

Sometimes they would use him for simple things. Mia enjoyed using his body as an

ottoman while she read for relaxation, usually in her garden but occasionally near a fireplace.

The lion preferred him as a table to hold his drinks, or even a carrier of his inkwells which he'd

have the mouse hold by a cup in his jaw. The cuffs continued to keep the mouse alive and

nourished, making his bondage more comfortable than any chance he had to stretch himself.

Soon they stopped calling him a thief, reserving the name for other would-be burglar's

that met the same fate. Worries about being replaced were quickly swept under the rug as the

pair found more interesting uses for him. Alphonse, for example, wished to improve his physical

prowess so he used the mouse like a punching bag. The dull blows throbbed over his body for

days, yet he mentally thanked the lion for using him. The pain made him feel alive and useful.

Mia opted instead to use him more decoratively, like she had with the fountain. He spent

many nights in the frame of a latex trap over their bed, listening to the lustful moans and

rhythmic creaking of the wooden frame below him as his owners made love. His cage zapped

him whenever his cock strained against it, a sensation he welcomed.

"I just love this one," The lioness said as candle wax dropped over his latex body,

burning the mouse without a permanent mark. The scent of chicken made his mouth water

behind the gag that held the candle, while others were placed at each limb as he hung hogtied

above their table. Some evenings he'd be the chandelier, others they'd use portals to make him

into a faucet for wine. "They broke so easily, but their body still struggles from the pain. We must

use them for the party."

Alphonse sighed, letting his fork clatter against his plate. "You know how I feel about

parties, love."

"Are you saying you don't want to show off our collection?" Mia argued.

"No, I enjoy showing off your work. I just hate that people assume all we do is turn

would-be thieves and burglars into works of art. We're masters of other magics but people see

this and suddenly it's all they wish to talk about. Just last year, Mordick asked if I could create

something from one of his own servants, ignoring the fact that I never offered."

"My cousin is a bit too forward, yes, but it's only because he respects your work, dear,"

the lioness said, "Much of the magical world does."

"Just not the work I want them to respect," the wizard sighed, "Perhaps we could use the

party to rid ourselves of a few. This chair isn't as comfortable as I would have hoped." His hand

smacked against latex, which riggled and moaned in response. The mouse remembered the fox

that became the chair, and their twin which the lioness sat on. Cocky thieves who prided

themselves on escaping from anywhere. The wizard and sorceress seemed to have broken that

resolve.

"Of course, but not the chandelier," Mia argued, "I prefer this one."

"Oh, I'll find a reason to keep that one," the wizard said. With time losing relevance, the

mouse that was once Jamie later found themselves molded into a door. They knew it was a

wooden door from the smell and feel, a trait they'd picked up with their confinement. While the

couple never used the mouse for their own pleasure, they had taken the time to expand his

backdoor to keep it loose and slippery. Feeling wind against his ass, the mouse soon realized

his ass faced outward.

"Guests should be arriving soon," the wizard said, patting the mouse's cheek. "I expect

you to be vocal when they knock."

Vocal? The mouse's ears twitched in confusion to what their master had spoken. When

no answer came, he waited for an unknowable time. Then something pressed hard against their

asshole, punching into the mouse's sphincter. A muffled scream echoed through the tower. The

first of many guests had come.