As we rode out to Morgana's new tower, I had to say: she had a good eye for real estate. It was a mall tower,
only three or four stories high, made entirely of black stone. It was on the edge of a forest with a lake for
a backyard. If we were coming here for any normal home, it would be perfect. Morgana, however, was already
planning how to recreate a certain hedge maze. She had positioned herself on her horse so that Connie was
sitting on the same steed and facing Morgana, balancing a spell-book on her breasts.
"So, this is the place huh?" Maedel asked, sliding off her horse. On her shoulder was the owl she had
purchased in Molossia. Apparently, it was enchanted to act as a messenger between two people, no matter where
they were.
"Yes. Connie dear, you can put the book down. Run out back and see if there are stables. I think that there
are, but I don't remember exactly." Morgana said. Connie nodded obediently and scampered off.
"I suppose I should find a room." I said.
"Oh no, I'm choosing your room. I want it to be in the perfect spot for when idiot princes try to rescue you.
I'm thinking facing away from the forest with a big window." Morgana said, pointing at a room that fit that
description.
"It had better have hardwood floors." I said.
"I think we've established that Morgana is fairly good at turning things into wood." Maedel said as she lifted
her small luggage into the doorway.
"Thank you. Oh, there's Connie." Morgana said, strolling over to her 'pet.'
"There are stables mistress." Connie said. Morgana turned around and immediately transformed our horses into
three heifers. Then she walked them out behind the tower, led by Connie.
"OK, Sara, is it just me or is the Connie thing weird?" Maedel asked.
"Oh, it's not just you. Honestly, I think Connie got off easy." I said.
"True. After all, Morgana could have decided she needed a girl made of rock to go along with the girl made of
wood." Maedel said. We laughed at the idea before going into the tower. Somehow, Morgana and Connie were
already inside.
"Hi girls, got that room set up for you." She said, gesturing toward a door on the flight of spiral stairs
that lined the walls. Maedel and I walked up to see just where I would be sleeping.
It was a simple room made of stone with impeccably clean hardwood flooring. I glanced over at Maedel, who
seemed to have also come to the conclusion that Morana had just magicked them into existence. There were bars
on the window, just like my old room at the last tower. Oddly enough, there was one bed, but two small
dressers. Walking over to analyze them, I saw that one of them had a stylized S carved into it, and the other
had an M.
"Maedel, I think you might want to come over here." I said. Maedel walked over and took along look at the
second dresser.
"Surprise! You're roomies again." Morgana said from the doorway.
"Hurray." Maedel deadpanned.
"Oh, I just knew you'd love it. Now, if you don't mind, I have to go get Connie's room set up." Morgana said,
teleporting away. Maedel and I succumbed to our curiosity and hurried into the room that we heard Morgana in.
The room that must have been Connie's was an odd one. It had a plush floor with fully mirrored walls. In the
center of each wall was a hook with a rope attached to it. Morgana turned to see us.
"Oh, you wanted to see Connie's room too? Fantastic. I've put a lot of thought into it. Come on, I want to
show you something. Oh Connie!" Morgana called. Connie walked into the doorway in a latex thong and matching
revealing bra.
"Yes mistress?" She asked.
"I want to show Sara and Maedel something. You're going to have to take a quick nap." Morgana said. With a
snap of her fingers, Connie disappeared, leaving her skimpy clothes behind, and reappeared in the middle of
the room, suspended by the four ropes, each tied to one of her limbs. She was hovering in the air with her
face to the ceiling. Then Morgana snapped her fingers again. From the ceiling, a small drop of water fell,
landing on Connie's vagina. The girl remained silent, but smiled in pleasure. This drop was followed by a
steady stream, each one having the same accuracy.
"So, what do you think?" Morgana asked.
"There is something wrong with you." Maedel concluded.
"Why is she in the air?" I asked.
"Because this way, the only feelings she has are the tight binds that keep her aloft and the sensual droplets
of water." Morgana said. Somehow, this explanation didn't make either Maedel or I feel much better about the
room.