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Dominion: Conquest of the House of Kalthaxia
(Melissa DuVant)
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Dominion: Fall of the House of
Kalthraxia Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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invention. Table of Contents Chapter 1: An Arrival in Darkness Chapter 2: Scouting the Terrain Chapter 8: An Old Acquaintance Chapter 9: Forced Confrontation Chapter 10: Playing with the Doll Chapter 11: Taking Benefit of Clergy Chapter 12: An Evening's Entertainment Chapter 14: Uncovering a Secret Chapter 17: Touring the Fields Chapter 19: Preparing Conquest Chapter 20: A Reckoning of Wills Chapter 21: Preparing the Tithe Postscript: Collecting the Tithe Taming
the Twins Chapter 8: An Enforced Break Funded by Dillon: a nerd from Somerset who spends his free time playing RPGs, or being with his friends and going LARPing The elf's tongue was feather-soft, but warm and wet and it licked against Arlen's cock, her lips tightening around his shaft. From the sounds she was making, and the look of barely-concealed dislike in her amber eyes, she didn't like her position, but there was little she could do about it, as he tightened his grip on her head, feeling the silky softness of her auburn hair. Every gasping breath she made excited him further, her moans getting louder as she was taken from behind as well, her holy vestments easy to tear apart. He slapped her cheek, feeling the impact through her face and into his cock before looking up. The elf juddered again, as he looked into the face of Tissia - her black hair, cut into a practical, short bob, was swaying in time with her hip thrusts, as she thrust her strap-on into the elf, pinning the woman between the two of them, her hands firmly holding the smaller woman's hips. She smiled back at him, grin rough and savage, before pushing the dildo deep into their victim. The edge of a tattoo swirled up from over her heart, just about visible on her neck, above her armor. Despite the strain she was under, the elf was a talented cock-sucker, twisting her tongue around, taking him deep into her throat, making hacking, gasping noises, her slobber thick and wet. Arlen moved her head in a steady rhythm, taking her as deep as he could, feeling her throat stretch out around his shaft, his excitement building. He came, vision blurring as he shot his load into her mouth, panting and gasping. As he withdrew, he wiped his cock against the elf's cheek, a smear-stain of cum on the nut-brown skin. Thought began to slowly return, as he looked over her, to see the fortress behind her - ancient stone set into a narrow valley-ass, shaped for both beauty and defense, even if some parts of it had been broken, some of the buildings inside burned. The sights of violence were at odds with the forest behind him, and the faint sounds of birdsong. Outside the fortress, set up in a faintly chaotic array, was a besieging army. Brilliantly-colored flags and pennants hung limply in the morning air, soldiers going about their business. He dragged the elf's head around, making his kiss his cock again, then forcing her to look up at him. Arlen could see the cum in her mouth, making her spit white and thick, and the resentment in her eyes before she swallowed it down. She was still being pounded from behind by Tissia, making her shake in place, her breathing rough and ragged, and she winced each time, her small body probably not used to the large, ridged cock Tissia was using. 'That concludes part of the deal. And the rest?' 'I've evacuated all my followers under cover of night. That leaves just... augh... the fools sworn to the Bloody Oak.' He didn't let go of her hair, enjoying the pain and humiliation in her eyes, especially when he tightened his grip, feeling strands start to snap. 'Good. You would have lost eventually, but this saves a lot of bloodshed for us all. And the Bloody Oak herself?' There was a commotion from close by, and he let go of her head, tucking his cock away, making sure his armor was in order. Tissia kept pounding away, apparently determined on forcing an orgasm onto the woman, whose eyes were now fluttering, her breath coming in shallow pants and gasps. He could see several of his men in the woods, weapons at the ready, everyone twitchy in case of betrayal. It had been a risk, but grinding themselves raw and bloody against the fortress would have been even worse! Three elves, all armed and armored, but with their swords on their hips, not in their hands, emerged from the woods, holding a fourth figure, hands bound with rope and a sack on their head, wet enough to stick to shape itself around the wearer's features. Several of his men approached them, and he waved them back before walking forward himself. The hooded figure was short, slender and clearly female, with a tight, green tunic, runic patterns picked out in silver thread, toned legs bare, walking in a lurching stagger. Arlen rested his hand on his sword hilt, the grip comfortable, giving him confidence. 'So, this is the Bloody Oak? I was expecting her to be bigger. We'll be taking her off your hands.' He lunged, drawing his sword, slicing twice and then sheathing it again, before anyone could react. The tunic, slashed top-to-bottom and left-to-right, fluttered away, slashed off the petite body, revealing lithe, toned flesh beneath, and a red-inked tattoo of a burning tree over her heart. Grunting sounds came from behind the hood, the figure's shoulders twisting, trying to get free. 'Sinka, get the stocks. We've got what we came for.' One of his men approached, bearing heavy iron stocks, with four holes in. Arlen shoved the woman, out of the hands of her captors and pushing her to the ground, Sinka untying her bindings but shoving her limbs into the holes and then clapping the stocks shut. She was now forced to kneel on the ground, wrists and ankles all held in a line, securely trapped by the metal. From behind him, came a loud gasp of forced pleasure - the other elf dropped to the floor herself, eyes barely open, Tissia looking smug, her strap-on wet with pussy-juice. 'I knew she'd come eventually. These elves might act cold, but fuck them hard enough and they get there, eventually.' She placed an armored boot onto the barely-conscious woman's buttock and pressed down, leaving a boot-print on the fine fabric. 'Shame we have to let her go, but I'm sure we'll meet again.' Adric squatted down next to the wriggling captive, plucking the rough hood from her head. It reeked of some strange herb, making him feel woozy. Flame-red hair spilled out, mussed and dirty, and he could see that her mouth was gagged with a wad of spit-soaked fabric. Her eyes were vague and distant, the drug having done it's work. 'Feisty little thing, aren't you? Well, don't worry - I'm sure we can find a good home for you. You'll be a fetching little maid - or maybe a pleasure-pet. I hear the emperor himself has a bounty on you.' Despite the drug, she growled, loud enough to make the hairs on his neck rise. The air suddenly whipped at him, the grass writhing beneath his feet, as a pale green glow erupted from her body, eyes rolling back in her head. The gag fell from her mouth, fabric sliced apart by the grass, and he heard her chanting, some language of power he couldn't understand. Chaos erupted, a nearby tree starting to creak, roots tearing themselves from the ground. 'Shit!' The grass around the Bloody Oak was growing, starting to entangle around his boots, and he had to tear himself from it. He moved around behind her, his hand fumbling in his pouch, closing around a metal lump, a slit-sided pear, with a narrower bulb and a grip jutting out. From behind, the captured elf had a taut, shapely rump, her hands and feet trapped in the stocks and straining against it, as the grass continued to grow around her, through the gaps in the metal. Her chanting continued, getting louder and louder. When he moved in closer, then he could hear thorns scraping against his armor, seeking his skin beneath. But he bent down, slapping his hand against her arse, chanting pausing for just a moment, and then he shoved the metal lump into the tight pucker of her asshole. He had to push hard, her body resisting, taut backside strong enough to try and keep him out. Her muscles tore as he kept pushing, forcing the metal into her, ignoring the prickle of pain as a thorn pushed around his thigh, finding a gap in his armor. The metal bulb started to penetrate into her, and he leaned into it, putting his weight behind it. The crunching, roaring sound of ancient wood being forced into motion got louder, and then there was a painful scream from one of his men. Her ass gave way, no longer able to resist his strength, the bulb getting sucked inwards, into her body. Her chanting changed to a loud gasp, her body cramping, twitching against her bonds. The foliage went still and passive, the cutting wind vanishing in a moment, as she stated to madly twitch, shaking about in pain, whining and keening. Arlen gave the ass-plug a tweak, making sure that it was firmly lodged within the woman's body, then slowly peeled the thorns away from himself, wincing when he felt them draw blood, sharp enough to have sliced through his clothing. Attend me! A voice sounded in his head, dominant and proud, every word dripping with power. Darkness opened up around him, taking him out of himself, and Arlen found himself somewhere... soft, warm and shadowy. Sultry scents, enticing and feminine, made him want to relax, succumbing to their lure, as his hand went to a sword that was no longer there. You are required. You were sent out in the hopes of proving
yourself. The family has need of you -
are you will obey. A figure appeared, a woman reclining. Her shape was veiled - soft, feminine curves wrapped in lace, flesh appearing only in tantalizing half-glimpses, an erotically-potent scent wafting through the air. A true-born bastard, I have found a use for you, so that you may have some purpose in this world. An arm raised up, the finger-nails long and sharp, gleaming with a dark radiance of their own. A crimson light throbbed, casting everything in scarlet tones, highlighting the sultry, reclining shape, maddening darkness refusing to reveal more, as she moved her head, veils shifting. A carriage will be sent. Do not dally, or you shall lose what little use you have. He was suddenly somehow next to the reclining figure, without having ever crossed the intervening space, the scent worming into his head, making it head to think, his cock getting hard. The hand reached out, scraping up his bare chest - he could feel the nails, razor-sharp, pressing against his skin, just shy of slicing. He couldn't speak - some force held his tongue still and silent, so that all he could do was hear the words booming within his head. Return to Kalthaxia, for I, Beathrix
Ullia tol Kalthaxia, the Thorned Duchess, have need of you, and your wretched
blood may finally serve some purpose. The hand slid down, and he felt sticky wetness as it did slice the skin, making him wince as it cupped his balls, now strangely gentle. A hot thrill ran through his, his cock painfully hard, another hand stroking his shaft. The veiled head stared at him, eyes hidden behind it, but with a powerful enough presence to hold him rapt... And then it was gone, the vision snapped away, and he was back in the clearing, with the Bloody Oak still bound at his feet, his cock rock-hard. 'You OK, Arlen? You spaced out, and now you're cut up. And what the hell did you stick into the elf bitch?' Tissia was looking at him, concern on her face, cock still strapped around her waist. 'Something I won from a crooked inquisitor - there's some special alchemical stuff inside it. Burns like hell, especially from the inside! No-one's casting through that.' The woman was still shaking around, whining in pain. And pain was searing his chest - when he looked down, he saw that his chainmail had been rent apart, some force having sliced through it, and that he was bleeding from beneath. The woods were still and silent now, even the birds having been driven away. The elven priestess was moving with a stiff gait, still recovering from Tissia's fucking, trying to get her robes tidied and refusing to meet his eyes. 'Do not think that we are allies! The Bloody Oak may have been a fool, but we will return and reclaim all the lands you have taken from us.' Her proclamation might have been more effective if she didn't still have cum and dribble on her lips and cheeks, as she staggered away, robes still in disarray. 'Well, we've managed to take Stonefang Pass. And without getting fucked to death on the defenses, so score another one for the legion of bastards. Although I wasn't expecting you to enjoy it quite that much.' Tissia nodded her head downwards, and Alren became aware that he was still rock-hard, so much so that it was clearly visible, his lust surging, making him want to bend Tissia over and fuck her raw, before stopping himself, not wanting to get stabbed. 'I've been called home. My step-mother says she needs me - the Tithe is soon, I expect, and she doesn't want to sacrifice herself or her daughters.' 'The Thorned Duchess? Huh, that would explain the claw-marks. I guess you weren't completely full of shit then when you told me about that. So, you going to go?' Arlen tried to rearrange his armor around the massive rents in it, wincing as he scraped the fresh wounds beneath. 'Yes - I owe that bitch payback for what she did to my father, as well as stealing the duchy from me, so she could give it to one of her daughters. I don't know why she wants me back, but it's probably the best chance to get there without her just killing me.' 'Well, it can't be any more dangerous than here!' She kicked the Bloody Oak in the backside, before leaning over to re-tie the woman's gag. 'I'll bind her fingers before we get her pierced, but she's not going to be easy to keep under control. I guess I'll just have to give her a few personal lessons - that might make her more obedient. Put some metal in those tiny tits of hers, pierce her tongue to stop her casting anything again.' Another kick, and the Bloody Oak whined, starting to wake up. 'She'll fetch a pretty penny at auction, even if she's not broken. Or the emperor might want her for himself? She's got quite the reputation - and she's pretty as well, at least if you like elves. But you can take the reward for her, split it with the squad.' 'You sure?' 'I'm going to become the duke of Kalthaxia, so I don't need it. Hell, maybe I'll buy her off you, put her in a nice display cage in my mansion.' She chuckled. 'Well, you don't lack for confidence! Just don't die before I've had the chance to get out of the godforsaken war and claimed my own damn birthright, that my bastard of a father kicked me out for! And my bitch of a mother. The only one allowed to kill you is me - I want the last thing you see to be my face, ideally while you're balls-deep in me!' He smiled back, taking a comfortable grip of his sword-hilt, then leaning in and kissing her on the lips, their tongues sliding together. 'When I'm the Duke, you can be my fuck-pet - I'll have you collared in gold, in a lovely cage in my chambers, your soft lips spread around a gag.' 'Keep on dreaming! You're going to be toy, with that lovely cock of yours all caged up, desperate and lonely, as you eat me out. You'd be so pretty, between my legs, getting me off!' Their bantering was interrupted by Sinka, who saluted both of them. 'Everyone is readying for an assault. We should get back to the main camp, and make sure the prisoner is secure. And, uh... congratulations, captain. On getting out of here.' 'It's going to be even more of a fight there!' He turned, trying to kiss Tissia again, who pulled away, stooping to drag out the stocks, the Bloody Oak groaning as she was scraped along the ground. 'But I wish you all luck.' He clapped the man on the shoulder, before they started marching back to camp - how long would it take him to get back to the capital, and finally begin his plans? Chapter 1: An Arrival in Darkness The view from the carriage was impressive, even in the low light of dusk - the vague glow of the volcanic calderas behind it all, the steep scree-covered slopes leading upwards, covered with the burned-out ruins of previous lords. Amidst it was the mansion of the house of Kalthaxia - a large cluster of buildings, behind thick defensive walls, even though there hadn't been an external attack for decades. Around it was the source of the family's wealth - the ash-fertile fields, marked out with even lines of green and red leaves and groups of toiling slaves, all working to collect the precious and fragile ash-fruit, to crush and trample into wine. On the other side, he could see the sprawling mass of the capital, built around the high and spike-covered spire of the Imperial tower, every spine glowing with red energy. Maybe he'd be able to visit there, see if he could make any allies there? He'd need to get some support for when he eliminated Beathrix and her daughters, and returned to his rightful position! Arlen could hear the gates open, the grinding sound loud enough to hear even within the carriage. And then it rolled to a stop - he was in the courtyard of the manor, the building high enough that he couldn't see the night sky above. Every window was dark, making Arlen feel nervous - would there be anything so direct as an attack? If it was for the Tithe, then he would be needed alive, but that didn't preclude broken legs or worse. The door opened, and he fought the urge to draw his sword, slowly stepping outside. How long had it been since he'd been here? Over ten years, at least, since he'd been sent to the Academy! 'Master Arlen.' He spun around towards the source of the voice, readying to defend himself, sword starting to slide from the sheathe. 'There will be no need for violence.' The speaker was a young woman, her skin porcelain-pale in the low light, wearing a crisp and neat maid's uniform, the dress coming to her ankles, a well-polished metal collar around her neck, more metal shining in her ears and just above each eye. Her hair was milk-white, tied into a fat braid - she almost looked cast from silver, closer to some automaton to a person! And clearly an outlander, from her skin and hair, captured in some raid, and then impressed into service and trained as a maid. 'I am Julina, and you are Master Arlen sul Brethen. Do you have much luggage?' 'I was with the Legion, I'm used to travelling light.' He reached for his sack, hauling it onto his back - everything he owned, in one place. 'Very well. Please follow me, Master Arlen. Quarters have been prepared. You will need fresh clothing as well - a field uniform is not suitable for one of such high blood.' Arlen glanced down, feeling self-conscious - true, his outfit was what he had worn in the field for so long, albeit one that hadn't been sliced apart and then poorly patched, but his dress uniform had been destroyed in a raid months ago, and he'd never bothered getting a new one! She moved, silver hair streaming behind her, gleaming in the low light. She moved with an easy grace, her poise something that would be the envy of any parade-ground drill sergeant. And her dress was pleasingly tight around her backside - she didn't even seem to be belted beneath it! Although there were probably other restrictions in place, to stop her taking her pleasure at will. Arlen followed, one hand still on his hilt, into the house proper - or at least a wing of it. He glanced around in interest - everything seemed much as he remembered it, with memorials to past ancestors, vaguely-disapproving faces staring down at him from paintings, or marble busts and statues. Weapons, banners and other mementos lined the walls, whatever they commemorated long-since forgotten. The only light came from occasional magical lanterns, crystals shedding a faint red glow, casting everything into blood-tinted shadows. At the far end, he could see huge doors, at least four times his height and shaped of heavy iron, runes of power carved into the surface. That must be the bitch's sanctum, where she wove her magic - he'd have to get into there to deal with her. But even from here, he could sense the power washing outwards, a thick and narcotic haze, requiring him to steel his will. There was no sign of anyone else - was that the hour, or was the place barely staffed? Everything seemed clean and well-maintained, although the looming statues and softly-gleaming weapons were doing little to ease his nerves, Arlen instinctively walking as lightly and quietly as possible. Julina was just as quiet, even the swishing of her skirt barely audible. 'Servants have been prepared for you. If they are disobedient, then you may punish them as you see fit.' She turned suddenly, stepping into a patch of darkness, which turned out to be the entrance to a passageway, long and dark. 'Will you be serving me?' 'I am the head maid, Master Arlen. My duties keep me busy - but the maids I have picked for you are loyal and dedicated.' 'Your hair - you're from the Kulin clans?' 'Yes, Master Arlen. I was placed into service since then.' Her voice was even, despite discussing her capture and enslavement. The Kulin clans had been ferocious enemies - but without strong, central organization, had fallen to the forces of the Empire. 'You must have been of high blood there.' 'I am in service to the house of Kalthaxia, Master Arlen. Anything before then is irrelevant.' 'Shame - those fireseeds your people used to grow were delicious. Be nice if you could get some? Although weren't they considered sacred?' 'This way, Master Arlen.' They moved into an older part of the mansion, from when it had been nothing but a castle, old and cold. As his eyes adjusted, he could see that this area was less well-maintained, the walls scuffed and worn, chambers full of unmarked crates, or old furniture covered with dust-sheets. From somewhere, came a sudden pained moan, that cut off with worrying swiftness. 'Mistress Amantha is taking her pleasures tonight. I may need to reorganize the schedule for tomorrow - a shame, as Tirowa was a good cleaner. Now, these are your chambers. Here is the key, master Arlen.' She handed over a key - a fat iron thing, long enough and heavy enough it could be used as a club, in a pinch. Ahead of him was a small wooden door, the key sliding into place, turning surprisingly easily. As Arlen opened it up, heat washed out, licking against his body, and he could hear the crackling of a fireplace. Inside was what had probably once been a palatial apartment, but was now in need of repair - one of the walls had wooden screen in front of it, part of the floor was missing with a long, dark drop into whatever was beneath, and he could see upwards into the room above. Compared to a barracks-tent though, the bed looked luxuriously soft and large, and even having a room to himself was a rare luxury! And, faces pressed against the far wall, their hands above their heads, faint lines of magical force pinning them to metal rings, were a pair of maids. Compared to Julina, they both seemed smaller and younger, and their outfits were far shorter; the fluff of their petticoats just barely covered the swell of their buttocks, suspender-straps highlighting their slender legs, shiny leather high-heeled shoes on their feet, metal padlocks catching the light. Julina raised a hand to her lips, making a whisper too soft to hear, then stamped her foot. Both of the maids wriggled, hearing the noise - one had black hair, glossy enough to shine in the firelight and falling to her shoulders, the other a brunette, with longer hair, coming to just above her backside. 'This is Puli and Juni. They will be your personal attendants - you may use them as you wish. I have unsealed their senses fully, so that they may serve.' They both squirmed, bound so closely to the wall that they couldn't turn around, and Arlen approached them. Their outfits showed their status, and their charms - as he got closer, he could see metal collars around their necks, and cuffs shining on their wrists and ankles. There was no indication of which was which - it was probably easier to let them keep their own names, at least for now. 'Unsealed?' 'All property of Kalthaxia is bound.' She stroked a finger along her eyebrow, indicating the piercing. 'The mistress of the house and those she trusts may bind our senses and seal our bodies in other ways. These two have not been allowed the pleasure of release since they were acquired, several years ago.' Arlen reached out, squeezing both their backsides. Their meat was soft and warm, and he reached beneath their skirts, fondling them directly. Both of them almost-identical gasps, wriggling against the walls, their hair shaking about. When he squeezed, pinching the buttock-meat, the gasps became squeals. 'They will be grateful for your attention, Master Arlen. Now, unless there is anything else, then I must return to my duties.' Another buttock-squeeze, the youthful bodies delightfully soft, after so long with only battle-hardened elves and Tissia. 'I think this will be sufficient.' 'Very good, Master Arlen. There are cages for them both, should you need them.' He spanked them both, hearing them gasp from the impact. 'I will release them into your charge. Puli, Juni - both of you are to be good girls, and obey Master Arlen. Otherwise you will be punished.' 'Yes, Miss Julina.' They echoed in unison. Julina spoke a single word, Arlen able to sense the ripple of magical energy, the bonds around the girl's wrists flicking out of existence, their arms dropping to their sides. He gave their backsides another squeeze, before stepping back. 'Turn around.' They obeyed, heads slightly bent, eyes downcast. Both of them were young and pretty - the brunette was slightly plumper about the face, while the dark-haired one had a leaner face, her dark eyes flicking up to meet his, just for a moment. From their front, their outfits were even more attractive, low-cut enough to show off their breasts. They had piercings in their ears and eyebrows, and their dresses were tight enough to show off the studs through their breasts as well. 'I will leave you to rest, Master Arlen. Everything you should need is in that chest.' He saw her curtsey out of the corner of his eye, before leaving. 'Well, let's see how obedient you are. If you're good girls, then you might be rewarded.' They both curtseyed, lifting their short skirts high enough to reveal bare crotches beneath, although metal rings shone through their pussy lips, visible for just a brief second before the petticoats descended. The dark-haired one spoke, eyes downcast again, her voice soft. 'How may we serve, master?' 'Well, to start with, are you Puli or Juni?' 'You may decide, master. But... I would prefer to be Juni.' 'Very well. Then, for now, you can be Juni. If you misbehave though, it'll be the cage. Or maybe I'll have you hooded, and sent out to the fields to entertain the workers. I'm sure they would enjoy you - although you might not enjoy the experience.' 'Yes, master.' The sound came from both of them, and he caught a glimpse of something shining on their tongues as they spoke. 'Tongues out.' Both of them had studs through their tongues, shiny metal balls on the top. He pushed down on both of their heads, both of them gracefully kneeling, mouths still open. 'You should know what to do.' Juni reached out, hands moving slowly, opening up his trousers, taking his cock out. Her hand was small, soft and warm - for a maid, her work must have been light, as he couldn't feel any callouses on her skin! Arlen used his grip on their heads to draw them both in, their breathing light and shallow. Juni was the first to lean in, her tongue sliding against his cock, wet and warm, stirring up his own excitement. They both adopted the correct stance - hands behind their back, hands grasping their elbows, showing their submission, as Puli copied Juni. The two of them kissed his cock between them, soft lips brushing up and down the shaft. The studs in their tongues contrasted with the gentleness of their tongues, adding an extra stir of excitement. He guided their tempo, letting them get him nice and hard. 'Whichever of you serves the best, may sleep in the bed. The other goes in the cage.' 'Yeph, maphter.' Their speech, mid-cocksucking, was dangerously thrilling, and he had to focus to keep his control. Once they started going, they only needed light direction, seemingly content to kiss and worship his cock, Puli dropping her head to lick at his balls, Juni rising up and taking his cock-crown into her mouth. When her tongue-stud brushed against his sensitive skin, he twitched and gasped. Juni paused, keeping her head in position and looking up at him. 'Keep going! I wasn't expecting you to be so talented.' He pushed on her head, and she took more of his length into her mouth, tightening her lips, still twisting her tongue around. She matched the rhythm of his hips, as he pushed deeper and deeper into her throat, taking pleasure in the tightness of Juni's body, Puli's hair sliding over his legs. He came, shooting his load into Juni's mouth, his body tensing up. He kept his grip on their heads, using that to steady himself before pulling back, Juni opening her mouth wide, showing off the mixture of cum and spit. 'Let Puli have a taste.' The two kissed, pressing their faces together, Juni letting cum-spit flow off her tongue, into Puli's mouth. It was long and intimate, the kiss passionate as they embraced, both of them sharing the cum between themselves. 'Good girls. Juni, you will join me in bed. Puli will have the cage.' Puli whined, but only gently as they broke apart. Both their faces were flushed, Puli's nipples clearly erect beneath her dress. 'Get undressed. Both of you.' They stayed kneeling, pulling their dresses over their heads and neatly folding them, putting them aside. Beneath they were naked except for their suspender belts and stockings, both of them blushing now, faces determinedly downcast. Juni swallowed, before licking her lips and twisting her body, making her breasts shake. 'You need more practice, but that'll do for a first time. Stay on your knees.' He hooked his fingers into the back of Puli's collar, using it to force her to crawl, ignoring the quiet little choking gasp she made. The cages were in one corner of the room - low enough that the occupant would have to stay on their hands and knees, with spikes along the edges and at the top, to hurt the occupant if they moved too much. 'If you start to cry, then I'll gag and hood you. But I'm sure you'll be a good girl, won't you?' He felt Puli shiver. 'Please, master... Not the hood, or the darkness... Please?' 'Good girls will get some light. So unless you make me punish you, then you may have that, and I won't hood you then. Now, in your cage.' He pulled her forward and she kept crawling, going into the cage, offering a pleasing view of her rump, and the piercings around her cunt, the narrow slit visibly wet. He pushed the door shut with his foot, the lock clicking shut, Puli making herself as comfortable as possible. 'Now, there's just you.' Juni stirred, dark hair covering her face. 'Into the bed.' Just like Puli, she stayed on all fours, crawling towards the bed, a showcase of humility and servitude. And with a nice, shapely backside, his cock starting to harden again. While she climbed onto the bed, he went to the chest Julina had indicated. Inside were ropes, gags, manacles, cuffs and everything else that might be needed, along with keys on the underside of the lid - he found a ring of small ones, and several loops of rope, then turned to the bed. Juni was still on all fours, facing away from him. He approached, before slapping his hand against her backside. 'Are you allowed to climax?' She gasped from the impact, her buttock turning a lovely shade of red, as he tried keys on the shoe-padlocks. 'I have not been allowed... release... since the Revels.' Almost 9 months? No wonder they were both so obedient! 'And who holds your bindings? That head maid?' He spanked her again, still working through the keys. He could smell her arousal, as well as the sweet scent of her flesh, vastly different from the odor of a soldier in the field, his spank making her legs tense up. 'Yes, master. Our pleasure is locked away. Mistress Amantha sometimes takes away other things, when she is in need of entertainment.' A key slid into place and turned, the lock popping open, letting him remove the shoe and put it aside. He spanked her again, before feeling between her legs - she sighed, her cunt drenched, his finger easily sliding into her. 'If you continue your obedience, then you will be allowed treats.' He twisted his finger back and forth, her body reacting, cunt tensing around it, her body desperate for release, although the piercings prohibited that. Her groaning got louder before she pushed her face down onto the pillows, stifling the sound. 'When I have more time, I'll be sampling your other holes. You need to learn to serve your master in every way. Now strip off.' Another finger-twist, and then he withdrew, wiping his finger against her backside, pussy-juice smearing against soft, pale skin. She gasped again, reaching down to unclip her suspenders, peeling her stockings off to bare her legs, twisting to remove the suspender belt. 'On your back. I'm going to enjoy you when I wake up! Far better than the wall of a shitty tent in the field, or the hairy arse of another soldier.' She obeyed, laying on her back, utterly submissive, his eyes roaming over her body - slender hips and a trim waist, the dark, shaven cleft between her legs, her breasts bare, nipples marked with studs, her breathing ragged. There was no resistance as he wrapped rope around her ankles, several loops to ease the pressure, then knotting that to the bed posts. When he slid a hand up her legs, the sheer silky-smoothness of her flesh was arousing all by itself, along with her lack of resistance. She even stretched her arms out above her head, making it easy to bind her wrists together and then tether those to the bedposts, drawing the ropes tight, stretching her body out. 'I'll leave your mouth unsealed for now, in case I want to make use of it, but if you get noisy, that may change.' He stroked her chest, squeezing a breast, twisting the pierced nipple. 'Yes, master.' Before going to bed himself, he doused the fire, so the only light was a single, pale red crystal, giving just enough light to see by. Sleeping in a real bed, with the soft and sweet-scented body of Jiri next to him, waiting for his pleasure - this was far better than being in the field! Chapter 2: Scouting the Terrain Arlen pressed his back against the wall, hiding in an alcove between two statues, both depicting slaves bound in golden chains. Two maids walked by, both in the skimpy, tight uniforms - even the working maids here looked as though they'd been hand-picked for attractiveness, even if one of this pair currently had her mouth distorted by a fat ball-gag, dribble splashing down and staining her uniform. Neither of them noticed him, even as he turned to watch them, enjoying the sight of the backsides, tight beneath their skirts. Virtually all the staff seemed to be female - the only man he'd seen had been down in the kitchens, firmly chained into position and hooded as well, down there to help with unloading deliveries of food. The uniforms were the same as well, although with variations in design, with the servants in the upper portions of the house having tighter, skimpier ones, that showed off more of their bodies, while those down in the kitchens and cellars were allowed a little more practicality. Julina was the only exception, in her ankle-length dress, commanding all her lesser - and one heart-stopping moment where she'd looked right at his hiding place, even though he'd been swathed in thick shadows, her brows furrowing, before moving on without saying anything. He was currently in the grand hall, the place thick with shadows despite the daylight above, visible through distant skylights. The throbbing sense of power was so thick here Arlen could virtually taste it, emanating from the rune-warded door at the far end. Before, that had been where the Duke had commanded and organized, but now Beathrix had taken it over for her own purposes. Arlen approached, still cautious, darting between shadows. As he got closer, the sense of power increased, thick in the air, like a strong incense, so strong it was almost visible, a sense of heat and passion, somehow blurring his thoughts, until he focused his will, shaking it off. The doors themselves looked fit for a fortress - heavy iron, with embossed rune-shapes that glowed by themselves, a faint red glow in the air. The approach to them was lined with statues - naked male and female forms, adorned with golden ropes, harnesses and gags. It was almost a surprise that they all were just statues, without any of them being disobedient maids, serving a punishment! When he was next to the door, he drew his sword, holding it out and looking at his reflection in the blade. Etched into the metal as a single word - "Opener". Was this the door the sword would somehow open? He tapped the tip against the metal, creating a dull clang. He spasmed, grunting in pain, his arm cramping up, fingers rigid and tight around the sword-hilt, hurting his muscles. His vision blurred, a fiery red haze covering over his vision. It took all his will to slowly raise his other hand, slapping down onto his arm, hard enough to make it ache, slapping his blade out of contact with the door. Of course it was warded! At least it hadn't been anything lethal, but that had sapped his strength, his arm now feeling weak and shaky. Arlen checked the sword - it seemed undamaged, and he sheathed it. Maybe there was an alternative entrance somewhere else? As he moved away, the doors began to open, scraping and screeching against the stone floor, heat washing out, and the scents of sweat and lust. Arlen looked around, scrabbling for cover, darting behind a statue-plinth. The grinding sound continued, the scent getting stronger. When he peeked around, trying to see into the chamber beyond, all he could see was the glow of red crystal-lights, shining off dangling chains, before they started to grind shut, with the same ear-splitting screech. A figure stepped out from between the doors as they closed - tall and slender, garbed from head-to-toe in figure-hugging lace, but with their skin completely covered, except for their face. Their heels clicked on the floor, thigh-high leather boots gleaming in the low light, blood-red spike-nails on their hands. A sleek river of black hair fell from the crown of the woman's head to below her waist, a single blood-red streak over one brow. She was holding a leash, a young woman on the other end, crawling on all fours and utterly naked, body whipped raw, pained flesh shiny with sweat, mouth held open by a large metal ring that forced them to dribble. She strode forward, hair swaying, before gesturing with her empty hand and calling up a mage-light, a sphere of red mist appearing in front of her and shedding light. Arlen tried to shift around, pressing him against the stone, as she looked in his direction. The mage-light moved through the air, the shadows warping around it. 'There is no need to hide, little Arlen. I have been ordered to not hurt you - fortunately for you.' The light darted towards him, illuminating him fully, and he stepped out, keeping his hand away from his sword, the light then flitting back towards the woman. Now she was fully lit, he could see her better - her outfit was a work of art, the lace so tight that it followed the curves of her lithe body, but without showing anything off, even her hands hidden behind long cuffs. Every time she moved, it flowed and shifted around her, teasing and hinting, but never showing, his mind trying to see patterns shaped in the lace. She reached down, scratching one of her inch-long nails along the back of the collared woman, leaving a bright red furrow in her skin, thick ropes of dribble splashing from her mouth. 'You should be thankful - if it were not for that order, you wouldn't be standing. You may be needed alive for the Tithe, but not intact.' She smiled, the expression utterly bereft of warmth. 'Although you are better looking than I imagined - most of the bastard legion are wretched, scrawny things, but you seemed to have filled out well.' She moved closer, her dress making her seem to glide, the leashed woman desperately crawling to avoid being choked. In her heels, she was taller than he was, looking down at him with cold amusement. 'The family has need of you. That is the sole reason you are here, rather than being left to die in the Elven front.' She pulled on the leash, dragging the woman forward. 'The Emperor is readying for the Tithe? Culling out the nobility, to feed his own power - are you not patriotic enough to offer yourself?' 'Oh no, not when we have you as a disposable body. Or my useless slut of a younger sister, but even she is worth more than you are. But you need to be alive for that particular fate. And intact... at least mostly.' Her conjured witch-light throbbed, pulsing like a heart, as she scratched her slave-pet again, making them whimper with pain. 'If it were up to me, you would be collared and naked like this one. Such a soft and pretty little thing - she was a pampered noble brat, before her father made a few mistakes. I wonder how long she'll last?' Somehow, she was even closer now, the throbbing light covering her movements, a rich and musky scent heavy in the air around her, along with the reek of fear and fucking coming from the collared slave. 'I can see the lust in your eyes. I am Amantha tol Kalthaxia, the heir to this place. Some call me the Black Virgin - my body will never be surrendered to a brute like you, or any other man!' Another flickering strobe, and Arlen felt pain in his chest, her nails slicing down, suddenly in reach of him. He froze, feeling a coldness come over his body, trying to focus his will to regain control, but there was a barrier there, freezing him out. Her hand slid over his chest, the nails leaving a prickling sensation, slowly turning into a burn, slicing his shirt off him. 'Hmmm, it seems you've not escaped your battles unscathed. I prefer a fresh canvas to work on.' The nails scratched downwards, before moving between his legs, cupping his balls. Her face twisted in distaste. 'A shame I can't just cut this off! Still, I suppose there could be some entertainment to be had.' She moved even further forward, and Arlen could feel the lace of her dress, slightly scratchy against his chest, power burning in Amantha's eyes. 'This little bitch has never known a man before. I suppose you just about meet that qualification. And your body certainly seems willing.' Her touch was stirring him up, her palm stroking over his shaft now, making it swell against his trousers. She made a purr of approval, as he attempted to fight against the overwhelming power of her willpower, keeping him separated from his own body. 'Perhaps I should make you into an obedient little toy? And Lyrissa would probably find you amusing as a doll - although we wouldn't have long to play with you.' He could sense her magic, a thin barrier focused around his body - it was impressively powerful, binding him completely. But it had weaknesses, small imperfections in the aura, and he threw his will against those, trying to spread one open. His body moved of its own accord, in awkward and stiff steps. He'd heard that Amantha was powerful, but hadn't expected this! 'You should be thankful you've not been thrown in the dungeon. I'm not allowed to hurt you, but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun. And perhaps you can have pathetic, weak dreams of me - someone that a person like you will never have.' She pressed herself more closely against him, body soft and warm despite her harsh words, moving with him, forcing his body to move behind the crawling woman. 'Despite your faults, I suppose you are at least man enough to function. Consider this your homecoming gift - now take her, and show me you're at least of some use.' His hands moved, jerky and awkward, taking hold of the woman's hips, digging into her skin. She mewled in pain, wet and gurgling, as Amantha slid around behind him, lowering his trousers, making a sound of disgust. Then he dropped to his knees, hard enough to make his legs ache from the impact, anger throbbing through him. His hips thrust forward, the woman's cunt wet and tight, drawing him deeper in, despite her groans of protest. His own thrusts were juddering and spasmodic, the pleasure alluring as she tightened around his cock. Arlen managed to make himself growl, Amantha tensing in surprise, her nails still sliding over his chest, making the scratch-marks flare with sultry throbs. Her scent was an additional distraction, trying to fog his thoughts, as Arlen focused on imagining that it was her beneath his grip, being fucked by his cock. The weak points started to give way, the force of his will breaking seeping through, creeping in. There was no way to break the spell itself, but he could creep through it, returning his will to his body... eventually. Being this vulnerable was alarming, his fingers digging harder into the woman's body as control started to return. Someday, he'd have Amantha beneath him, begging and screaming for release! Or at least begging through a gag - the metal ring in this woman's mouth stopped her even talking, nothing other than wet, weak mumbles. His release was close, Amanatha's nails prickling at him, her crotch grinding against his shoulder. Having her slit so close, but sheathed and protected behind her lacey clothing, was a tantalizing tease - he wanted nothing more than to slice her clothing off, and see what her body was like beneath! She kept grinding, using him as nothing more than a sex-toy, his anger starting to burn, lending additional power to his attempts at crawling through the barrier. He twitched a leg, control returning. Being so deep in the woman, as she mewled and writhed, did feel good, even though it was distracting! And he could feel Amantha's presence still, trying to force herself deeper into him, threatening to overwhelm him if he relaxed. His climax slammed through him, cum shooting into the woman, the force of will needed to keep his mind from going blank making his head throb and ache. But he was mostly through now, control returning to his body. Arlen tightened his hands, digging them more fiercely into the woman's skin, leaving faint bruise-marks. Amantha ground herself against him against. 'So you are still functional? Good.' He gasped, feeling his control fully return, his hand falling to his hip, drawing his blade in a single, smooth motion and slicing upwards. He felt the faintest resistance, something black fluttering upwards, Amantha managing to fling herself backwards just in time. But there was a long rent up the front of her dress, pale skin visible for a moment before the crimson mage-light blinked out, casting the room into shadow. Arlen kept the blade held high, trying to keep his trousers held up with the other hand, the flash of sweet, vulnerable flesh embedded into his memory. 'Your powers are impressive... but if you were on the battlefield, you wouldn't stay a virgin for long. The troops would have some fun with you, they always like to make the high-bloods scream. All those fancy dresses are easy to rip off!' He tried to follow the darker patch of moving shadows, Amantha sliding through the low light. The girl was still at his feet, cum oozing from her pussy, her body wracked with sobs. 'A loathsome little thing, aren't you?' He could see her now, her arms held awkwardly across her body, flesh still visible beneath, the lace still torn. Arlen smiled at her, keeping the sword up. 'I should thank you for the free fuck - someone like her would cost more than a few crowns in a flesh-pit. But I'll let you have her again - the first bite is always the sweetest. As I'm sure I'll be able to find out with you soon.' She growled, low and dangerous, flexing her fingers, wisps of red light forming into darts. Arlen readied himself to dodge behind a statue. A pulse of power slammed through the air, coming from the door, making his teeth rattle in his head. The dart-lights blinked out as well, Amantha staggering backwards before growling again. Somewhere in the further darkness, something shattered. 'Hmph. I am not yet permitted to destroy you - but you will be eliminated, by my hand! It sounds as though a maid has erred though - and needs punishing for her error.' The darkness faded away, Amantha vanishing into the shadows, scent only slowly fading, leaving Arlen alone with the still-sobbing woman, before slowly sheathing his sword, and pulling his trousers properly up. Was that a glimpse of silver hair in the darkness he saw, before it faded, or just his imagination? The woman whimpered as she moved but crawled along behind him, dragged on the leash. He'd looked around for a servant to give her to, but the area had seemed deserted. But there should be someone in the chapel - as well as the equipment needed to deal with a loose slave, before she could cause any trouble. He pushed the doors open, needing to put his weight behind them to force them open. Cool air whispered back, sliding over the scratch-marks on his chest. Inside, heavy wooden pews were arrayed in front of the pulpit, but everything was covered with a thin layer of dust, except for the walkway down the center. Holy symbols dangled from the ceiling, the stained glass windows covered with grime. Even the emperor's symbol, the spiked wheel, was hanging at an angle, one of the supporting chains broken, the thing slowly spinning in the air. There should be a priestess here, someone to tend to the spiritual needs of the house... and apply penance to those that failed to show appropriate respect to their superiors! Arlen walked forward, remembering past services here, sat with his father at the front, watching the servants confess their sins and be punished for them. Behind the altar were the family crypts, large stone blocks with faces carved onto them, warded behind magical barriers. He heard a sound, the faint thwip of a cane slicing the air, and then a fleshy impact and a gagged squeal. It came from the back of the room, through an open doorway into the confessional chamber. Arlen pulled on the leash, hard enough to overcome the woman's faint attempt at resistance, and stepping through. This room was cleaner and better maintained than the chapel - metal cages were stacked against one wall, well-polished stocks and other wooden restraints ready for use. In the center of the room, raised up on a dais, was a heavy wooden chair, currently occupied by Puli, her arms and legs strapped into place. Weights clamped had been attached to her breasts, stretching them out, her mouth sealed with a leather strap. She was penetrated below, the seat of the chair missing, a fat dildo shoved into her body. The thwip sounded again, Arlen turning to see the source of the noise, the whimper louder now. A woman in the dark robes of a priestess, the split-leg robe falling to her ankles, her stocking-sheathed legs visible to either side was raising a cane. Dark horns rose from her head, ridged and curled. Juni was tied to an X-cross in front of her, spread and exposed, with more weighted clamps on her breasts and her pussy-lips. A leather bit was between her teeth, stopping her speaking, dribble smeared down her chest. From the red impact-marks, she'd been caned as well. The priestess raised the cane again, ready to strike. Arlen stepped forward, reaching out and grabbing her wrist, strong enough to keep her from moving at all. She squeaked, thrown off-balance by the sudden shift, and he wrenched, making her stagger and fall to the side, the cane dropping to the floor. Juni looked at him, confusion on his face, as he walked over to the priestess, looking down at her - she looked youthful, her wimple covering her head entirely, her robe tight over her small, firm breasts. 'These two are mine. What sin have they committed to earn punishment?' Red eyes looked at him in confusion. 'One of them broke a plate cleaning, and so they were sent to me.' She gathered herself, standing up - she was small, barely coming to the top of his chest, even with her horn-headdress. 'You must be the new master!' She took a step back, eyeing him up, nodding to herself in seeming approval. He nodded, dragging on the leash again and tying it around a hook on the wall. 'Yes - and this is my house, and my domain. Or at least it should be.' He stepped forward, backing her up against the wall. 'If you wish to punish my property, then you are to ask me first.' She tried to step away again, before bumping into the wall, squeaking in nervousness, raising her hands and placing her hands together in a praying position. 'You wouldn't... assault a lady of the cloth, would you? I am sworn to holy orders.' He reached to the side, fingers sliding over Juni's bare flesh, hot of the beatings she had sustained, until he found a breast clamp, squeezing it open. 'Such a shame - your body is certainly inspiring some rather unholy thoughts.' He stared down at her and smiled, and her cheeks reddened with a blush, but she didn't look away, instead plucking at her clothing, pulling it tighter against her body. 'That sounds like a confession of sin - something that should be punished before I can grant absolution. Perhaps you need some time in the confessional chair, while I question you more closely? I'm certain you must have a lot of burdens on your soul.' 'I've served time in the legion, I think that will be penance enough.' He put a hand on the wall behind her, leaning in, moving his face closer to hers. She didn't retreat, a cheeky grin appearing on her face. 'But I suppose a close and personal relationship with a daughter of the church of his Imperial Majesty could be useful.' She looked young, and didn't have any symbols of rank - she had probably been sent here to get rid of her, rather than due to any influence of her own. 'I am Sister Harutha Saint Suran.' She leaned in closer, so her face was close to his, running her tongue over her lips. 'I am sworn to sacred orders, and to serve none but his Divine Majesty with my body.' The look in her eyes was a challenge, her breath soft on his face, sweet-smelling. Arlen reached out and squeezed one of her breasts - soft and small, fitting easily into the palm of his hand, before sliding down, finding the thigh-slit of her outfit, and touching the warm, bare skin just above her stocking, fingers curving up to her buttocks and grabbing. She sucked in a breath, eyes going even wider. 'I am the master of this house - even if unacknowledged. And the Emperor isn't here... But I am. And I believe it only right and just that the master of the house be allowed to inspect and judge all who work within it? And perhaps assign them penance for overstepping their bounds?' His other hand still held the clamp, and he held it up so that Harutha could see it. 'I wonder if you can deal with what you do to others, Sister Harutha. Pain is good for the soul, so I'm told - and I'm sure that applies even to clergy.' He slid his hand beneath her clothing, back around to the front, over her hips, finding she wasn't wearing anything beneath it other than her garter belt. 'Should a daughter of the faith not be clad more properly? I think that deserves some penance.' His fingers traced against her soft skin, seeking her slit - he could feel metal rings penetrating the skin, wires twisted between them, and a light dusting of pubic hair around it. Between the wires was a disk, the size of a fingernail, embossed with some design he couldn't make out. She squirmed around, but not enough to break contact, still staring into his eyes. As her mouth opened and her tongue came out, he lunged with the weighted clamp, attaching it to her tongue. Harutha winced in pain, trying to withdraw her tongue into her mouth, the weight dangling around. 'Owww! Thaph hurph!' 'I think it is deserved. Now, your master desires to examine you more closely.' He brushed fingers over her lower lips, feeling moisture there, between the binding wires. 'To determine if you are worthy of your post. Will you obey, or do I need to be more forceful?' 'Mphhh...' The clamp bounced around, dribble splashing from her mouth onto her vestments, staining them even darker black. Her shoulders were pushed back, making her breasts more prominent, her arms limp by her sides, before she started to pull her clothing upwards, revealing more and more of her silk-sheathed legs. He kept teasing and stroking her as she pulled upwards, their eyes locked together. Harutha had to pull it over her head, in a single smooth motion, revealing smooth, pale skin beneath, although she lift her wimple on. One of her arms crossed over her chest, covering her breasts, the other falling back to her side. 'Iphhh thiph saphiphactory?' 'A good priestess should hide nothing, surely.' She squeaked, blush intensifying, her cheeks swiftly turning a crimson red, finally glancing away in surrender, dropping her arm to reveal her breasts - small, pert mounds, the nipples erect, then sagging against the wall. Her tongue was pink and wet, dragged from her mouth by the weight, more dribble flowing from her mouth, now splashing directly onto her skin. Arlen stepped back, tilting his head to examine her fully. She ground her shoulders against the wall, an amusing amount of embarrassment overcoming her, her fingers twitching open and closed. 'Well, you're certainly attractive enough. If you hadn't joined the faith, then you'd probably be adorning a lord's bedroom, wouldn't you? Although I think you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you. Your body is built to please - and I'm sure you can think of what you can do to please me.' 'Mmmmppphhh...' Her sigh resulted in a strong flow of dribble down her skin, streaking between her breasts, down her smooth belly. She leaned back against the wall, pushing her hips forward, drawing attention to her crotch - a light fuzz of pubic hair was visible, a startling red color. On her lower belly, over her womb and ovaries, was a red tattoo, showing her religious devotion. Beneath that her pussy was sealed shut with a crisscross of wires between the penetrating rings, holding up a small disk. Bright red sealing wax had been stamped onto the disk, an arcane sigil embossed into place, locking her shut, despite her obvious desires. 'What are you hiding beneath that wimple, Sister Harutha?' She whimpered again, spreading her legs wider, the wires still holding her slit shit. Arlen reached out, finding where the wraps of cloth knotted onto themselves and yanking, pulling it open, and then tearing the head-covering open. It unwrapped, peeling itself away from her head, and a wave of hair, a brilliant copper-red color, cascaded out, flowing to her shoulders. And the horns were coming from her head - not an ornamental head-dress, but poking out from the bright hair. 'The old blood is strong in you!' He'd seen a few bastards in the legion with horn-stumps, strange bone discs on the sides of their heads, the rest sliced off and sold to alchemists or sorcerers to power their magic, but never one with intact horns. He reached out and touched one - it was strangely warm, the bone ridged, making a noise as he ran his fingernail against it. The ridges weren't sharp either, and the horn was strong and tough, her head moving as he twisted at it. 'Nphhh...' She made a long sigh, sounding pleased, her eyelids fluttering. Could she feel through them, somehow? Those with them were said to have all sorts of strange powers, but were so rare it was hard to tell if that was true, or just tavern tales. A quick slap to her cheek made her eyes flicker open, focus starting to return. 'You really a rare specimen, aren't you? Sister Harutha Saint Suran, of the old blood.' He reached to the side, finding the other breast-clamp on Juni and releasing it, holding it so that Harutha could see it. 'And I think it's time to see what you can endure.' He traced the metal of the clamp down the center of her body, enjoying the way she shuddered, her breathing getting faster and faster. When he traced it around one of her nipples, she groaned, pushing her back against the wall, thrusting her hips forward. 'Eager, aren't you? Not very seemly for one in your position.' About the Author and Artist Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. The cover was created by Formant. He is a web artist, specializing in the harsher side of fetish and kink. Taming the Twins Chapter 8: An Enforced Break Working as a tutor is hard work -
especially when your students are bratty little rich sluts
that refuse to take orders! Akari has been hired to train Marissa and Carissa,
heirs to the Sanderhilt fortune, to make them obedient and proper young ladies.
Unfortunately, the two of them are more used to being in charge than being
ordered around, and so Akari is going to have to take harsh measures to keep
the pair of them in line! Akari stretched, working through a yoga routine, twisting her arms behind her body and pressing her palms together, holding the pose while keeping her breathing slow and regular. In front of her, suspended from the ceiling, were two black sleep-sacks, harnesses dangling from hooks to spread the weight of the twin's bodies. It had been almost a week - in that time, the only breaks from the sensory deprivation had been forced enemas, and then she had put them back in. The sleek leotard she wore hugged against her body, snug and tight against her breasts, high on her hips, making her feel graceful and light. One of the sacks shivered as she watched, the outline of limbs appearing for a moment as the occupant stirred - she knew, from personal experience, that consciousness tended to get blurry after a few hours, dreaming and waking blending together, brain getting mushy. Getting them in had been a struggle! The first twin had resisted, even after being hooded, throwing her weight around and kicking around, managing to hit out at Akari's shins, bruising them, needing multiple shots from a stun-gun to settle down. And the second had been even worse, screaming through her gag, trying to wriggle away! Even when they had been suspended, it had taken almost a day for them to stop fighting, the sacks writhing and twitching, dark cocoons dangling down. Their mouths were both stuffed heavily enough that they couldn't make more than weak grumbles, but the two of them had sounded off in an unnerving synchronicity, despite the ear-muffs that should have deafened them from each other. Eventually, though, they had gone silent, each falling into separate rhythms, the sacks only occasionally twitching around, as the woman inside briefly roused from her stupor, straining against the binding material. They should both have been softened up by now - after their recent behavior, they would learn that consequences would be applied to them! She dropped down to the floor, bending her legs behind her head and grabbing her ankles, pulling herself into a hogtie position. And then she could return to her Master! This job had kept her away to long, she wanted to go home, to have his ropes slide over her body and tighten up, pressing and pinching against her. The thought made her shiver, and she bit her lip, trying to focus, and ignore the throbbing from between her legs. With the twins out of the way, she'd done some cleaning herself, filling another two skips with assorted junk and rubbish, more rooms now usable, if dirty, and had unearthed even more equipment. The sheer wastefulness of the girls, buying so many toys, and then just discarding them! Of the clothing she had found, certain choice items she had laid out here - tight mini-skirts, skimpy crop-tops and blouses, lingerie that wasn't too damaged or musty. One of the sacks shivered again, elbows straining forward, knees appearing as morning sunlight shone against the black surface. Akari leaned over, grabbing her toes and holding the position, her legs spread, the sound of struggling making her smile, as she switched to the other leg. They had probably been in there long enough - after so long with their senses starved, cut off from the outside world, they should be more receptive to training. And in need of a shower! That long inside the sacks would have made them both stinky and grimy. Well, they seemed able to live in squalor and dirt, so they should be able to manage! She looked between the sacks, secured to the ceiling with straps, feet held off the floor, the occupants straitjacketed as well, before walking towards the one that was slowly wriggling, then gave it a shove. It swung slightly, swaying to and fro, the legs visibly tensing up. It would be easier to do the other one first then, to let this one cool down a little. Akari went over to get her stun-gun, just in case, then went over to it. Straps ran up the outside of the sack, and she started undoing them, feeling the body inside stir slightly. The harness dangling down she had been forced to rig up herself, suspended from a ceiling-hook, but it had held up well enough, even though she had to jump up to release it, the sack falling down heavily. The twin inside was jolted awake, twisting around on the floor, like a giant worm. Akari straddled them, pinning them down with the weight of her body, before unbuckling more of the straps, loosening off the restraints. The scent of sweat, and an undercurrent of piss wafted out, Akari wrinkling her nose in distaste, vague moans coming from beneath the hood. She plucked it off, revealing a sweaty, tear-stained face, cheeks made to bulge out with a fat ball-gag, dribble crusted on her chin, eyes scrunched tightly shut. Akari pulled on the sack, yanking it off fully, revealing the twin's body - torso wrapped in a latex straitjacket, ankles bound together with a short chain. The smell of piss and sweat was even worse now, the woman's skin grimy and dirty, hair lank and dull, and she dragged them over towards the glass-walled shower. She'd already hung chains over the pipework, and checked it could withstand the weight, as the twin made low groans, probably stuck in the vague haze between dreams and reality. The woman's body was limp and floppy, muscles relaxed as Akari hauled her upwards, clipping her collar to a dangling chain. As soon as she let go, the woman sank down, collar-chain snapping tight around her neck. Akari sighed, sliding her hands around the twin to support her, pinching them, making them squeak and squeal, more dribble oozing over their dirty chin, splashing onto their latex-swaddled breasts. The woman's legs scrabbled, feet sliding over the floor as they started to more properly wake up, able to support themselves. Then it was time to get the other one. They had faded back into passivity, not stirring when she dropped them down, more carefully lowering them. When she pulled the hood off, blank and glazed eyes stared back, only flickering into life when she pinched an earlobe, smiling from the sudden sucking intake of breath, eyelids blinking open. This one had even more dribble down her chin, the dried crust peeling as she stirred back to consciousness, eyes struggling to focus. As she started to whine and moan, Akari dragged her into the shower-room as well, chaining her up next to her sister, although neither of them yet seemed away of the other. Then she plucked off their ear-muffs and tossed them outside the room. When she spoke, she made the words slow and careful, enunciating them carefully. 'I hope the two of you will be more obedient now. If you disobey, then I will remove your freedom - too long in the darkness can have negative consequences.' She reached out, putting her hand over the nearest twin's eyes. They tried to pull away, but couldn't move, chain chinking taut, whining from behind the gag, spit-bubbles blowing outwards, then popping and dribbling down. Faint shivers wracked the woman's body, breathing coming in sharp, irregular panic-pants. 'You see? You should have been obedient to begin with, and then I wouldn't have been forced to put you into the darkness. But that is all you are worthy of.' Liquid splashed, piss hitting the tiles as the woman wet herself, still shaking in fear. 'You are barely even a person, are you?' The other twin whimpered, starting to become more aware herself. 'Now, I'm going to clean the two of you up, and then have some tasks for you. My patience grows thin, so I will be even harsher now than before.' Still keeping her hand in place, she pressed herself forwards, her breasts against the woman's, feeling their whimpering breath, lightly stroking their body. 'I would rather shape you into something other than a dull, witless pair of fuck-dolls, but I will do that if you leave me no other choice. I hope this is understood.' She removed her hand, stroking their face and then lightly slapping it, enjoying the reflexive shiver of pain, despite the lack of force. 'I am going to unbind your bodies. If you struggle, then you will be made to undergo a 3-hour shower with the coldest water.' They both whimpered. 'Good. I hope that means you will be obedient?' 'Mphhhh!' After their time in the sacks, neither could speak properly, jaws weak, but they mumbled something that she took as agreement, before she reached out and turned the dial for the shower. Water started to pour down from the ceiling, a comfortable warmth, splashing over their bodies, pattering off the latex straitjackets, cleaning furrows in the sweaty, dead skin that clung to their flesh. Then she started unbuckling the first twin, sliding her fingers into the straps, loosening off the jacket, freeing their arms. As she did so, she murmured softly at them, trying to calm them, stroking them between releasing them. The jacket peeled away, bringing more dead skin with it, the lines where it had pressed most tightly etched into skin from the long suspension and confinement. Arms dangled limply as soon as they were released, the twin barely in control of her own body. Akari made more comforting noises, stroking a hand down their back, feeling at the stubby curls between their legs, feet splashing uncertainly in the puddling water. It was grimy and dark as it flowed away, glugging down the drain. Freeing the other one was quicker, her fingers more used to the buckles, the straitjacket getting tossed into a corner of the shower. She squirted shower-gel into her hands, then started rubbing at the nearest body, the gel expanding into warm and scented suds. Akari moved around behind them, stroking the soft body, massaging them with her wet hands, warm water splashing down between them in a steady stream. The twin relaxed slightly, letting Akari support them, taking breasts into her hands. Fear-tremors still shook them, but lessened now. 'Just obey, and be a good girl.' 'Mpphhh...' Akari wiped the crusted spittle off their chin, before stroking downwards, frowning at the faint curls of pubic hair, fingering their slit. The neck-chain clinked as the woman stirred, pushing against her with a breathy sigh. A light slap to the crotch made them whimper, shuddering from the impact. 'Let me tend to your sister next.' The other twin was even more responsive, grinding back against Akari, already with enough control to wash herself, stroking her own body. When she went to unbuckle the gag, Akari slapped her hands down. 'Not yet. You must be prepared first.' The twin made a disappointed whine, but obeyed. 'Good girl. Now let me shave you. Spread your legs.' Water rained down as both the twins obeyed, feet splashing in the flowing stream. Akari fetched gel and a razor, carefully spreading the gel, enjoying the sighs just from her light touches. The first contact after sensory deprivation was always blazingly vivid, slicing through the enforced darkness! The razorblades rasped over skin, slicing away the short hairs, making the pussy-slit neat and bald again. And even more sensitive! She puffed a little, forcefully exhaling onto it, smiling as the twin tensed and sighed. 'Be a good girl, and I'll let you have more. Now wash your hair.' She handed over shampoo before turning to shave the other twin, who was still barely aware. After denuding their pussy, she slapped it, making the woman yelp and dance around, arms hanging limply. There was no choice but to wash this ones hair herself. She was slightly shorter than they were, having to reach up slightly, massaging the shampoo into the long, blonde hair. It took a while to work it through, returning some of the brightness, washing away the sweat and dead skin, before taking conditioner and repeating the process. Throughout, she kept herself pressed up closely against them, enjoying their soft and youthful skin, and the increasingly louder groans as she stroked them. 'You see? You will be allowed some pleasure, if you are good girls. But bad girls are punished and hurt.' She lightly tweaked a nipple, enjoying the sudden whimper. Even through her swimsuit, she could feel every shift of their body, leaning back against her for support! Only when she had finished washing their hair, making it a lovely, platinum blonde again, did she pull her fingers through it, unsnarling some of the tangles that had developed, and unbuckling the gag, dropping it to the floor. She massaged their jaw, wiping away encrusted spittle, gently sliding her fingers into the woman's mouth and spreading them, their tongue weakly probing around, licking her fingers. 'Shhhh, shhh. Just be a good girl, a nice sweet girl.' She slapped the woman's buttocks, water splashing off. 'Now let me look after your sister as well.' She turned away, stroking at wet, soft breasts, cupping and squeezing them before releasing the gag. Spit flowed out, coughing and spluttering, Akari raising a hand, ready to slap, before they got themselves under control. 'Good. Head down.' She washed the woman's hair, in between gentle caresses of the soft and sensitive body, enjoy the quivering twitches of the newly-shaved cunt, their lower lips parting, hips grinding forward. 'Not yet. Only with permission.' A light slap down there made them whimper, but words still seemed to be beyond them. Akari took her time, taking pleasure in their limp, passive acceptance of her touches, their bratty protests silenced, even the languid floppiness of their bodies better than when they were tense, rigid and resisting. The water sloughed away the grime and sweat their bodies had produced in captivity, until it ran clean and clear, the shampoo-suds washed away as well. 'Good. You see the pleasure there can be in obeying?' She stroked a wet slit, teasing and tickling, enjoying the shivering, sighing reaction she got. 'Now, the two of you will need to dress yourselves, and make yourselves appealing and sexy. Something you should be able to manage. There is a task for you.' She pulled whichever twin it was close against her body, feeling them nestle against her. 'I hope you will do well, otherwise I will have to punish you again.' They whimpered, soft and sweet. 'Will you do this? Will you be good for me?' She kissed whichever one it was on the side of the neck, just above the collar, hard and long, nipping with her teeth, wrapping her arms around their slender waist. Their buttocks pressed against her body, yielding and soft. 'When you are asked, a good girl answers.' 'Mmmphhh...' It wasn't unusual for it to take a while for people to need time to rouse themselves fully from the stupor of sensory deprivation. She slapped the cunt again, a quiver of pain vibrating through the close-held body. 'Yesss... Please, not... not that.' 'Shhhhh. Be a good girl then, and dry yourself off, then find some clothing.' She gently unclipped the collar-chain, the woman sagging against her, still weak and soft, needing a push towards the door. Akari had already laid towels out, some clean ones that had been wedged at the back of a cupboard. She repeated the action for the other twin, helping them out, turning the shower off, gently stroking both off the nubile young bodies, as they prepared themselves. |