Slave to the Empire:
Sorcerer 2
Savren sat upon the cold stone bench outside one of the many empty
chambers of the Tower. Beside him sat his Master, dressed in her finery with a
small box resting in her lap. His robes were immaculate in their finery,
suitable for this most auspicious day. In the chamber, she waited.
"You are disappointed in me Master." Savren spoke in low tones.
"No, merely surprised at your choice of Offering. It
is...very...dangerous." She replied. "You are not the first to think of such
an Offering." She stood. "It is nearly time. Reflect upon your life until you
are summoned. You will know when."
Lady Danae entered the chamber, leaving the young man alone. Savren
remained still as she left, his own thoughts in turmoil. Was this the right
choice? He asked himself. He has tried to lead an obedient life, but it seemed
to him to be too loose, too unstructured. In his heart he wanted the tightly
ordered life. Growing up in a fortress that was nearly always on a war footing
wasn't an easy thing always, but he had more freedom than most, and it wasn't
due to his birth. He loved and honored his mother very much, and did not want
to make her think him ungrateful. His studies revealed to him how many of the
other races and cultures within the Empire handled their males, and to him, the
Moon Elf tribe was the most rigid in their attitudes and mores. Moon elf males
wore long flowing robes that covered them from head to toe, and only revealed
their features to their mates. A bit too much confining he thought. On the
other hand, what appeared to be the least ordered relationships were with the
Dwarven clans in the Western Prefecture. He shook his head. It was no time for
second thoughts. His Master received his report on time, and along with it, his
request for his Offering. What he wanted had a chance of increasing his innate
sorcerous abilities, but also had a good chance of seriously damaging him
physically and emotionally.
He felt a change in the air, the scent of incense filling his nostrils.
It was time. He cleared his thoughts of any distractions and stood. He faced
the door, head bowed as it opened slowly to reveal a room with a vaulted
ceiling. At the opposite end of the room was a small alter dedicated to the
Lady of Magick. Candles filled the room with a low, dancing lights, and in the
very center, the tools and items of his Offering, and the one to administer
them. Lady Trelyana stood at the center of the room, dressed in her finest
robes, the hood concealing most of her features. His Master was nowhere to be
seen. Savren entered the room slowly until he was within arms reach of the
Mistress. The doors behind him closed with a loud boom. Trelyana ran her hands
through his hair, then cupped his face in her hand and brought him up to look at
her.
"This is your Offering." She intoned. "Are you prepared?"
"I am Mistress."
She released his face and slowly drew back her hood. Her hair was long,
black, and seemed to absorb the light. She had added the barest of color to her
face, only to enhance the paleness of her skin. Her lips were a deep crimson
that seemed to bleed. She turned to the tables and uncovered them, revealing
the instruments that she would use upon him, and then turned back to face him.
"Strip, and prepare yourself."
Savren slowly undid the ties that held his robes together, his eyes
fixed on the statue of his Goddess. Fully nude, he walked slowly to the small
alter and knelt before it. He silently prayed for the Goddess to accept this
Offering. He heard a rustle of robes behind him and felt a pair of hands touch
the side of his head, waiting. Savren finished his prayers and gracefully rose
to his feet. Slowly he turned to face his Mistress, eyes respectfully down.
"You have chosen a dangerous path childe. I am honored that you have
chosen to me to help in your Offering." She gently locked the leather padded
steel manacles around each wrist, then each ankle. Trelyana hooked one of her
fingers under his chain and gently pulled him to the center of the room. She
spun him to face the altar and stepped back, working subtle magicks until chains
stretched him taut. She walked around to face her young toy.
"Look at me pet." She whispered.
Savren looked up to see his Mistress transformed. She shed her normal
robes in favor of a black leather corset that exposed her breasts, a skirt made
up of many thin straps that allowed him glimpses of alabaster flesh as she
moved. Her legs were encased in thigh high leather boots with long steel heels.
He saw that her nipples were the same color as her lips. Around her neck she
wore an amulet indicating her status in this as Priestess of the Goddess.
"I must admit that in this I decided to wear something special for you."
Her hand stroked his cheek. "I have dreamed of you childe. Dreamed of you ever
since I had you over my lap. I have masturbated myself to sleep dreaming of
things to do to you, things to make you scream." Her nails dug into the soft
flesh under his chin. "When the Lady Danae approached me with your proposal, I
made an offering to the Goddess that night in thanks for granting me my wish."
Her fingers drifted down to his chest. "You will scream tonight. You will beg
for mercy." Her fingers pinched and twisted his nipples sharply, the nails
digging into the areolas. Savren gasped sharply as she applied more pressure.
Her body molded to his as he tried to pull back to relieve the pain. Her eyes
glowed with pleasure.
"You're not pulling away are you?" She laughed.
"I'm sorry Mistress."
"No, not yet you aren't," and she slapped him. Savren felt the sting,
and then the warm rush of blood as it rose to the skin of his cheek. Her hand
entwined in his hair, pulling his face close to hers. He could smell the scent
of smoke on her breath mixed with mint. Her teeth bit his bottom lip and pulled
it out slightly. She applied steady pressure until his eyes squeezed shut. He
opened his eyes moments later to see her gone from his sight. The whisper of
leather preceded the loud thundercrack of a whip as it laid a line of fire
across his back. His body arched in the restraints, but he could not avoid the
pain. He screamed. He mentally counted twenty strokes, the last he felt a warm
wetness follow a line down his back. Her fingernails dug into his side as he
felt something wet follow the line back up. She walked back into his view, her
tongue licking her lips as she stroked and fondled his nipples.
"I do so enjoy nipples." She said. "I like them nice and hard and long
so that I can torture them." She looked up at him. "Yours are hard, but a bit
small. What say we make them more to my liking, hmmm?" Her eyes were afire
with lust. She picked up two wire circular pyramids that spiraled to small
peaks along with two steel pins. The pins were both quite pointed at one end.
Trelyana pinched his left nipple first, pulling and twisting it before letting
her tongue bathe it. She sucked for a moment, her eyes staring into his before
she grasped the end in her teeth and pulled hard. Savren gave a strangled cry
as she thrust the steel pin into his nipple and through it.
"Breathe." She ordered.
Savren took huge gulps of air as she prepared his other nipple. This
time, she took her time pushing the needle through. His whole body tensed,
fighting the metallic intruder and the woman who was forcing it into him. She
tapped the two pins in his nipples several times. His chest heaved as the pain
coursed through him. She leaned forward to kiss his cheek.
"Take a slow, deep breath." She whispered. He obeyed. "That's it. It
hurts, but it is a good hurt. This is for HER." Her lips played across his
ear. "Open yourself to HER, your Goddess. Let her take pleasure in your
Offering." She withdrew to pick up the two spirals. She slowly set the pins on
the track and slowly screwed them on, the pins shrinking as they rose. He bit
his lip as his nipples were stretched out an inch. Her hand strayed down to his
penis and stroked him. He was semi erect, but her hand teased him to a full
erection in moments. She slipped a leather band around the base of his erection
and secured it tightly. Savren felt something sharp dig into the skin beneath
his testicles. He shuddered as the points wormed their way into his scrotum. A
moan escaped his lips as she stepped into his view again. Something jutted from
her pubic area. It was a phallus. It was not an unfamiliar sight, for he had
seen many different styles and types. They were quite popular amongst the women
of the Empire. This one was large, at least eight inches, black, with silver
studs along its length. She stroked it with a gloved hand. He watched her
stare at him as she picked up a paddle. She dipped two of her gloved fingers
into a pot and walked around him. He gasped and thrust his hips forward as the
two fingers forced their way into his rectum. The fingers began to itch, then
burn. She thrust them in and out quickly, the oil starting its reaction.
Savren fought the intense pain in his ass, only to have his Mistress start to
spank him with the paddle. She started on one cheek, and then worked her way
over to the other. Tears streamed down his face as he felt and heard the smack
as the leather paddle worked him over. He felt the paddle land on the center of
his ass and heard himself scream hoarsely. Her hand groped and pinched his ass
cheeks, the contrast between his hot flesh and her cool skin. He looked down to
see her fasten a wide leather belt around his waist and attach chains to either
side. His waist was lifted up and placed in position by her hands.
"You have pleased me pet." She spoke. He took slow, deep breaths to
calm him and tried to ease the fire that raged in his ass. The strap around his
waist lifted him up to the point where his feet were off the floor and his upper
torso was bent forward. He moaned as weights were attached the nipple
stretchers. With a flick of her fingers she set the weights swinging. Each
swing tugging and stretching his nipples. He felt something press against the
opening of his ass, rubbing against the ring of his sphincter. Her hands ran
along his sides, the open palms sliding over the sweaty skin to the junction of
his hips. The nails on her fingers dug in as the dildo pushed past the barrier
into his ass. Savren's body fought the intruder as he tried to free himself
from the restraints. He heard her laugh as her hands tightened on his waist as
she slowly ground her hips forward. Savren felt every silver stud on the dildo
as it slowly raped him. His breath came in gasps as he felt himself stretched
to accommodate her strap on. He pushed back to feel the coolness of her skin
against his ass. Her hands slid down to kneed and caress his ass as she allowed
a moments respite to help him adjust before she renewed her rape.
"Easy." She ordered. "Breathe."
She slowly withdrew until the tip remained, then rammed forward again.
And again. And again. She moaned in pleasure as she rocked in and out, her
nails digging in with each thrust. Savren shook in pain, pleasure, and
humiliation. A harsh sob escaped his lips as she used him. His back arched as
the pleasure won out. His body became taut as the anally induced orgasm rolled
over him. Fingernails sharp as needles pierced his flesh at the hips, her own
orgasmic cry echoing his as she buried the dildo to the hilt. His body accepted
the intruder, making it a part of him. Something started to change inside of
him. Nothing dangerous, but something felt added, complete, more powerful. His
reservoir of power that he used to power his spells enlarged. Her withdrawal
left a gaping hole in his ass. She used him for a stand as she moved to face
him, herself trembling from the experience. With gentleness unexpected she
kissed him, her hand stroking his face. She stood and removed the leather
harness, revealing to him a similar dildo that slid out of her vagina,
glistening with her juices. He opened his mouth to accept the wet toy, licking
it clean for her, savoring the taste of his Mistress. She removed the toy and
set it reverently aside. With a word and a gesture, the chains and straps fell
away, and for the first time in the long evening, he was free. Her hands
removed the nipple stretchers slowly, and she enjoyed the heat and paint that
came off him. She stood back and watched him.
She held out her hand. "You have known pain. Now the Goddess demands
Her pleasure." Savren took her outstretched hand and followed her to the statue
of the Goddess. Before them appeared a leather pad, and Trelyana slowly eased
him to the mat. She gracefully lowered herself down to lay beside him, her
fingers brushing his enlarged nipples. He leaned into her touch, and gently
kissed her on the lips. Her mouth parted to allow his tongue access, and the
obliged, letting his tongue entwine with hers. Her hands took his and placed
them on her breasts, letting him feel the cool skin with her hard nipples.
"Pleasure me." She ordered, laying back into the mat. Savren had
studied his whole life on the arts of pleasing a woman, which was difficult
since as a child he was forbidden to interact in such a fashion with a female.
This was his first test to see what he had learned. He kissed her again, his
lips trailing down her chin to her throat. His tongue swirled small circles
into her skin, following down to the hollow of her throat and planting small wet
kisses. His tongue left a wet trail down her chest as he made his way to her
nipples. He sucked and nipped the sensitive flesh, his fingers stroking and
pinching the other. He alternated on each nipple for long moments, listening to
her breathing. She took deep breaths as he worked, and lifted up as he undid
the laces of her corset and removed it. He removed her boots next, his hands
rubbing and massaging her feet. She let a contented sigh as he worked,
massaging the kinks out of her soles from the extended wear of the boots.
Savren took one of her feet and brought it up to his mouth, and let his tongue
bathe each toe with long, wet strokes. He kept the pace slow, as to further
relax his Mistress and prepare himself for what was to follow. Her other foot
was treated the same as the first, his tongue working in slow rhythmic movements
as he began the gentle climb up to the smooth mound of her vagina. He hovered
over her nether lips for the longest moment, his eyes daring to look her full in
the face. Her eyes were closed, but her hands knew the way as they grasped his
head and guided him down. Savren closed his own eyes as he was treated to the
first scent of her arousal. Something flickered at the edge of his awareness,
another presence. He rubbed his nose along the outer labia lightly, savoring
the exotic smell before letting his tongue escape his lips to lightly lick at
the warm flesh. Her body gave a spasm in response to his touch, his tongue
lightly playing across her labia, his eyes opening to watch her rose bloom. Her
fingers tightened about his head as she urged him on. He used the flat of his
tongue to press against her in a long lick. His eye caught a thin, clear trail
leak from the bottom of her vagina, and his tongue snaked out to suck up the
errant moisture. The taste was musky and coppery, a perfect accompaniment to
her aroma. Nestled beneath her he spotted the brown rose of her ass. He felt a
certain mischievousness overcome him as he lowered himself further to kiss and
lick the cleft of her ass. Her legs locked about his head immediately and her
fingernails threatened to draw blood. He gave her a gentle kiss before allowing
his tongue to slide up and gently part the folds of her labia. In long, slow
strokes he penetrated until his tongue was firmly buried in her vagina. His
nose brushed her hooded clit and again her body tightened about him. His lips
and tongue worked up to embrace the erect member, and she cried out in ecstasy.
Without warning she flipped him over to straddle his chest, her eyes glowing red
in the shadows. Her head stooped forward to savage him with a kiss; her breath
coming in hard gasps, her fingers raked his chest lightly. She reached behind
her to grasp his penis and stroke it gently, before raising her pelvis to hover
over his groin. Her eyes held his as she slowly lowered herself onto his
erection, simultaneously snapping the chain from his neck with her other hand.
Her pelvis rocked against his as she fully seated herself upon him. His
magickal senses flared as he felt the other presence again, this time merged
with his Mistress. Her eyes changed through a kaleidoscope of colors before
returning to her true color, her lips moving in silent benediction as she slowly
rode him. Savren slowly reached up to cup her breasts, and she leaned into his
hands. Her hips kept up a slow rhythm as she brought him from childhood to
manhood. Savren felt tightness in his penis, a sharp pressure that made him
uncomfortable. It was not painful, but the feeling was completely new to him.
Trelyana smiled.
"That's it pet...come inside me."
The pressure built further, the sensations around his penis send shivers
through his spine. Logically he understood what was happening, but with this
experience new to him he was unsure. Her arms pulled him into a sitting
position without dislodging him or missing a beat. Her hand bushed loose hairs
out of his face and she lowered her face to his neck and shoulder. His
testicles tightened in anticipation as the first spurt of his sperm flooded his
partner's vagina. A second, more powerful ejaculation followed as she bit his
shoulder, then a third, then a fourth. She threw her head back and howled her
own orgasm as the last and final ejaculation flooded her. She looked down upon
him with kind eyes as his penis shrank, her hand gently locking a permanent
collar about his throat. The collar was of the softest leather lining, bonded
to heavier leather wrapped in a silver collar. On the collar was inscribed his
lineage, with his mother's tag hanging from the ring on the front. In the
future when he would be given to mate, the tag would be changed to that of his
Mistress. Trelyana slowly rose and helped him to his feet.
"By my authority as Priestess for the Goddess, I set the mantle of
manhood upon your shoulders. Obedience is your life now as you have crossed
over the threshold of youth." She placed her fingertips on his forehead and
spoke the ancient words of benediction. "You are dismissed Savren, son of
Syrena." She turned to begin gathering her things. Savren slowly gathered his
robes and pulled them on, his eyes downcast, but stealing glances at the woman
who was his first. He bowed towards the statue of his Goddess first, then to
her avatar. As he approached the door, he heard Trelyana's voice in parting.
"Do not become attached to your newfound freedoms...."
