scott casper

"You may not be the prettiest woman who has ever come through my door,
but you are a woman nonetheless and will look much more like one once
all those mannish clothes are off."

"But we had a deal," Ehlissa protested, stepping back warily.

"In a moment, you will retract the terms of that deal and avail
yourself to me willingly," Bastro said, and he began casting a spell.

To Ehlissa's horror, she felt her very will slipping away from her as
he intoned his spell, as if her will was something she had only been
holding onto it and it was becoming more slippery and harder to hold
onto every moment. "Please…stop…" she moaned, "I'll do anything."
Indeed, anything she had feared until this moment seemed preferable to
this ultimate violation. Then, as she felt her will being turned
inside out, she began to feel like she really did want to do anything
for Bastro Felgosh. And with that horrific realization, she found
enough willpower left to her for one short burst of a scream.

Ehlissa had little sense of self after that moment. She seemed to be
drifting in and out of sleep while dreaming a horrible nightmare. She
had a sense that she was undressing in the nightmare. The only thing
that felt real was a hammering sound, or someone beating on a door.
And there was a voice, a familiar one, saying things like, "Let me
in!" and "Are you all right, Ehlissa?" Ehlissa became aware that
Bastro was becoming highly irritated and shouting "Go away!" at the
door. Then there was a loud crash and the door flew to pieces.

The shock seemed to wake Ehlissa up a little, enough that she
recognized the chain-wearing statue of a warrior that had just smashed
its shield through the door. Bastro commanded the statue to go back,
but then an even more familiar form came in through the hole where a
door had been – Tenser. Catching Bastro quite literally with his
pants down, Tenser was able to close the distance to him quickly and
place his dagger to Bastro's throat.

"Let her go," Tenser said defiantly.

"Or what?" Bastro asked with a defiant sneer. "Stab me with your
little knife? I am a warlock, boy, with enough power that your worst
would do little more than prick me no matter where you stabbed."

"Would you like to test that?" Tenser asked.

Bastro responded by snatching Tenser's wrist with one hand to hold the
dagger at bay while punching Tenser in the gut with his free hand.
The two of them continued to punch and wrestle each other, sometimes
struggling over possession of the dagger, with Tenser more often than
not forced to fight defensively and take most of the hurting. Despite
the beating he was slowly taking, Tenser wisely stayed in close to his
opponent, keeping Bastro too occupied to cast a spell. When Bastro
glanced to his writing desk and broke away from the tight melee,
Tenser feared Bastro was reaching for a weapon concealed within and
made a desperate lunge to trip Bastro.