Assassins Rings
Long ago a warlord had 99 rings commissioned for his most loyal assassins. They were forged through dark, forbidden magic so vile that none would be willing to look upon any who wore them. In time the warlord became a king as all of his enemies fell to unseen assassins. The king did not sit easily on his throne. He began to doubt his retainers, the 99 assassins that even he could not see. Thus the king commissioned a final ring. A ring to strip the assassins of their invisibility and control them. Before the ring was fully forged it was stolen by the Church. The Church viewed all magic as evil but the horrors committed to forge the assassin’s rings were of another level entirely. The Church had been searching for a way to put an end to the king and his assassins and this new ring would be perfect for the task. While the king’s ring could not control the other it could reveal the assassins to everyone within sight. And thus an inquisition was launched, the king was cast down, the assassins hunted, and the rings reclaimed. Well, most of the rings. The assassins proved a difficult quarry. As the decades and then centuries passed the inquisition died down. The Church had recovered 76 rings and locked them in a deep vault. They considered the rest lost to the mists of time. Those 23 rings were truly lost but what is lost may someday be found…
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Issac Boyer was on holiday in the Balkans. He was fresh out of university with a Masters in Management. It was a truly useless degree because he knew damn well that he was going to work for his family’s company regardless. Still, he had done the work for the degree to help silence the cries of nepotism regardless of how true they were.
Still, all of that could wait until he returned to New England in a few days, for now he was exploring a crypt deep under a castle. Visitors were not actually allowed down here but Issac had relied on the one of the first lessons he ever learned, Money makes everything ok. A small bribe to his tour guide and Issac made his way alone into the crypts while the guide made his way to the nearest bar.
As Issac wondered through the halls the dust he kicked up swirled in the light of his battery powered lantern. Issac loved history and would have majored in it if possible but the cries of nepotism would have been overwhelming if he had. As Issac rounded a corner he saw a beautifully carved marble sarcophagus sitting in it’s own little alcove. Issac approached carefully, the dust here was thicker than anywhere else in the crypt. He doubted that anyone had set foot here in centuries. Issac carefully brushed the dust from the lid. There were no words but there was plenty of iconography. Swords and daggers, a stag with an arrow through it’s neck, a broken crown. Issac was unsure what it all meant. He was walking around the back to get a closer look at the crown when he tripped over his own feet, except now there was a crunching sound and the distinct sound of metal hitting the floor.
Issac had no idea how he missed the skeleton sitting against the sarcophagus. It was plainly visible from the hallway. The skeleton was in pretty rough shape, it’s clothes were all but disintegrated and there were only hints of long decayed tissue holding it together. Issac may have been interested in this crypt, but this was a little too much for comfort. As Issac stood up he caught the glint of silver from the dust. It looked like Issac had crushed the left hand and knocked a ring loose. Issac picked up the ring. It looked to be silver but there wasn’t a hint of patina. It was a perfectly round square band with tiny letters engraved along the face.
Issac didn’t know why he did it but he slipped the ring onto his left middle finger. The fit was perfect. He smiled to himself thinking this will make the perfect souvenir.
As Issac ducked out of the door to the crypt he spotted his tour guide. The man was obviously pretending not to see him, likely to not arouse the suspicions of the police officer standing nearby.
Issac shut the door as quietly as possible and calmly walked the other direction. Sure he could just bribe himself out of trouble but why take the risk when you could just walk away?
Issac slipped into a nearby crowd walking towards the castle exit. He stood out like a sore thumb at 6’2”, sun bleached blond hair, blue eyes, expensive clothes covered in dust, and a camp lantern that he just now remembered to turn off. Still, no one in the crowd looked at him twice. Or even once really. This was strange. He could understand the guide not looking at him, some people have the decency to stay bribed but a group of women and children should at least look at him if only to wonder why he was covered in dust.
Issac wasn’t really a fan of fantasy but the concept of a magic ring that made you invisible wasn’t exactly a foreign idea. There had been at least 6 high profile movies based on a magic ring. The only hitch was the magic part, he was a sane adult and didn’t believe in shit like that. But then, the evidence was sort of pointing that direction. As a test Issac stepped closer to the nearest woman and waved his hand in front of her face to exactly no reaction.
A fucking magic ring of invisibility. For a moment Issac just stood there letting the crowd pass.
Issac knew that he lived a life of privilege. He knew he could do almost anything he wanted and walk away with basically no consequences. He had never tested the limits of this because cover-ups can be incredibly expensive but now, now he remembered a scene from an old Kevin Bacon movie and his dick started to harden.
There was another oddity, Issac had been standing on the sidewalk for several minutes and no one had bumped into him. The crowd was splitting around him and closing up again on the other side and no one seemed to notice.
This called for more experimentation. He looked around for a test subject when his eyes fell on a pair of teen girls waiting at a cross walk about 20 yards away. Issac quickly walked over to get a closer look.
The taller of the two looked to be about 14 and maybe 5’ tall with dirty blond hair and braces. She was wearing a tight green t-shirt and jeans. Issac could clearly see the shape of her little bra. She might have had a B-cup but it really looked closer to an A. Her jeans looked painted on and really highlighted her bubble butt and long slim legs. Issac guessed she might weigh 100lbs soaking wet.
The shorter girl stood a few inches shorter and might have been 12 or 13. She had dark brown hair. While her friend? Sister? Had her hair in a pony tail, the younger girl wore hers loose and shoulder length. She too had a tight t-shirt. Blue rather than green and no bra. Her tiny little tits didn’t really qualify for anything more than a training bra but she wasn’t wearing one. Her nipples were just barely visible through the fabric of her shirt. She was wearing a denim skirt that reached he lower thighs. This showed off her calves nicely. She had some good muscle tone.
Issac hesitated a moment after walking around these girls to stare at their bodies. He figured he had plenty of time, traffic was passing fairly consistently through the intersection. He just didn’t know what he should test first.
The girls were mid conversation. Issac didn’t know what they were saying but they had beautiful voices.
He finally settled on his first test and walked behind the girls.
“Excuse me”
There was no response.
Issac leaned in close to the older girl’s ear and whispered “excuse me”
She just brushed her hand across her ear as if she was brushing away a bug or something.
Issac decided it was time to test the next level and placed his hand on the tall girl’s shoulder.
She shivered a little bit but otherwise didn’t acknowledge the touch.
Issac stepped around behind the younger girl and placed his hands on her stomach and pulled her close. Her breath hitched as she was speaking but she quickly continued the conversation.
Issac slowly lifted her shirt up above her tits. Neither girl seemed to notice but the younger girl did raise her arm in a seemingly unconscious attempt to cover herself.
Issac started slowly rolling the girls nipples around with his fingers. The girl let out a low moan. The older girl seemed to ask a question to which the younger girl, still holding her left arm across her chest and over Issac’s playful hand, shook her head and made a swiping gesture with her right hand.
Issac removed his hands and the girl fixed her shirt without even looking down. Her little pencil eraser nipples now very prominently on display through the fabric of the shirt.
The tall girl only now seemed to notice and said something in a harsh whisper to which the younger girl looked embarrassed and now consciously covered herself with her hands.
The light looked like it was about to turn and Issac knew he only had a few more seconds with these girls before they walked off so he decided on one more bit of fun.
He reached up under the younger girl’s skirt and pulled down her panties. Again she didn’t seem to consciously notice as she stepped out of her panties but her hands immediately started holding her skirt down.
As Issac watched the girls walk away he brought the sky blue fabric to his nose and breathed in. “Wonderful”.
At the other side of the street the older girl gestured to the older girl gestured to the younger girl’s skirt and the fact that she was still holding it down on the front and back. The younger girl shook her head in confusion shifted around a bit, whispered something to her friend and then the two of them quickly walked off down the street with the younger girl more discreetly holding her skirt down.
Issac thought that this was the best time he had ever had, he just wished he had understood what the girls had been saying. He quickly made his way to his hotel to see if he could get an early flight home.
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