Slave to the Empire: Warrior 1
Sheets of rain pounded the ship, the strong currents forcing the ship
towards the rocky coast line of the Dark Prefecture, the ship's small crew
worked frantically, but the tide was against them. The cutter slammed into the
reefs that lay at the edge of the Dark Prefecture. Lightning illuminated the
forbidding cliff walls that dominated the skyline. A lone armored knight
watched as the cliffs loomed closer, the deck buckled as it cracked upon the
reef. The knight back-peddled towards the port railing, trying to keep his
balance as the ship rocked in its death throes. The figure held on as the ship
was torn asunder, and he too was swept under. His last thought as the water
enveloped him was that it was a fool's quest.
Sir Toril, son of Kayne Greenleaf of the Sun Elf tribe, Champion and
Paladin of Sioban the Morning Star, Lady of Light, coughed. He winced as he
remembered the reefs and the frightened and panicked faces of the doomed ship as
it was destroyed. He looked about him. His surroundings were that of an
underground cavern, massive and ancient, with a large lake in the center of it.
He pulled his legs out of the frigid water and looked for a possible exit. His
elven night vision saw no exit along the walls of the cavern nearest to him. He
shook himself, and then noticed that he wore no armor, and his weapons were all
gone. He searched fearfully. Such weapons were his pride and badge of office.
He paused.
His eyes looked out over the underground lake. There. Something at the
center. His eyes focused on what appeared to be a small island at the center of
the lake. Above the island, there was an open ceiling, a kind of chimney. Dusk
shone down from the opening. Cautiously, he tossed a small rock towards the
island. It skipped across the lake for about twenty feet before splashing to a
stop. As the moonlight shone down, something glittered on the island, much like
a sarcophagus. He reached out with bare hand and touched the water. It was
cold, colder than the waters of the farthest northern sea. It would not take
long to swim the distance, but the shock of the water would kill him. Why was
he here? How did he get here? What was the purpose of the cave?
From his earliest childhood in the wooded cities of Gilead he has been
pampered and cared for. Being a scion of one of the noblest families of the
woodland realm, he was given the best training, the best education, and
introduced to all the right families. He was loved by his parents, who did not
follow the current customs of the day of creating hordes of progeny with slaves.
As he grew, he did in fact encounter the institution of slavery, and found it
abhorrent. His parents did own slaves, all noble families did. He did not see
them until his twentieth year, after he visited the Temple of Sioban, in fact.
Worship of the Lady of Light was not encouraged, nor was it outlawed. It simply
was not fashionable to associate with such. The priests and priestesses of
Sioban advocated freedom for all, truth and understanding. Young Toril first
went to the Temple on a lark, a dare. The outer chamber of the Temple was
quiet, yet comforting. Many strange rumors existed about the Temple and those
who served it. The most prevalent rumor was that while they abhorred the
institution of slavery, they practiced its many arts for the sole purpose of the
pleasure it gave. It was a curious dilemma.
There was no one in the outer chambers of the Temple. Candles filled
the alcoves, with hundreds of small crystals hanging above the flickering
lights. The result was a riot of colored lights that played across the walls
and ceilings of the hall. At the far end of the hall there was a small alter
draped in red velvet set against an alcove with draped doorways on either side.
Toril stepped further into the Temple, the faint sound of music echoed as he
approached the altar. A few benched lined the path to the altar; each was worn
with use and age. Strangely enough, there were rings set at the base of the
benches along the edge, and an oddly familiar scent was present as he drew
closer to the benches. He reached the altar and gazed upon it. It was simple,
with only the velvet cloth covering it. Atop the cloth was simple book, nothing
else. Upon the book was a golden circle.
"May I help you?"
Toril stiffened as the woman materialized beside him. She was dressed
in a simple robe with the hood thrown back. She was half-elven, with flame
like hair that seemed to flow down her back.
"Ah..." Toril stammered. She smiled.
"You came in on a dare?" The smile remained on her face.
Toril blushed.
She laughed.
"Come." She led the young elf to one of the benches and sat, gesturing
for him for side close to her.
"It is not uncommon for young men to enter here on a dare. On rare
occasions we get young women here as well." She crossed her legs and folded her
hands on her knee. "We are a simple order." She stated. "We seek out the
pleasures of life and embrace them. A touch, a feel, a caress. A whispered
conversation with a lover. We revel in all that gives pleasure. Sunrise is
particularly joyful for us as the sun peaks over the horizon. To stand bare
before those first rays, to offer oneself to them..." her hand strayed beneath
her robe.
"What about pain." He whispered.
She gazed upon him with lust filled eyes. "Pain is the twin of
pleasure." She removed her fingers from her robe, slick with her juices.
"Would you care to taste?"
Toril froze. The scent of her was unmistakable. His mouth parted
slightly.
"Have a care," She warned. "There is a price for such pleasures."
He accepted her two fingers into his mouth. His eyes closed as he took
in her taste. A moan escaped her lips as she rocked the fingers in and out of
his mouth gently. With her other hand she slowly slid it up his silk shirt
until her fingers found one of his nipples. She stroked the nub to erection
with her thumb and forefinger. His breath quickened, his lips still fastened to
her fingers. With her nails she caught the nipple, and then dug in, twisting
sharply. Toril's eye's opened and he opened his mouth to scream, but found his
sound muffled as she shoved her remaining fingers into his mouth and pinning his
tongue. He blinked back tears as the nail of her thumb pressed into the
underside of his jaw. Her eyes were hooded. The pain in his nipple became a
warm haze as she worked it.
"Yes." She whispered, leaning close. "I am not some simple trollop to
toy with. My pleasures have a price." She released him and leaned back. Toril
took several deep breaths as his nipple burned as the blood returned to it. She
let her robe fall open to the side to reveal one of her breasts. It was full
and round, with a large areola and even larger nipple. An engraved silver ring
pierced her nipple and danced with every breath she took. He stared at it as if
hypnotized.
She looked down and then back at him.
"Would you like to touch me?"
Toril blushed furiously and quickly stood. She simply gazed up at him
as he stared to back away. She stood lazily, her eyes never leaving his.
"When you return...ask for Sister Clara."
He turned quickly and left the Temple behind. His friends had long
since vanished. He returned to his home on the outskirts of the city, his
parents away on business. He spent the night laying on his bed, his hand
absently stroking the nipple that was abused that morning, his thoughts in
turmoil. He felt different, changed. The pain hurt, but only for the moment.
It was a kind of transdescendental, the pain. It ate at him, the experience.
With his free hand he began to stroke his rapidly engorging member. He closed
his eyes and pictured her face. He fantasized fucking her, slowly. Her legs
wrapped around his hips and he pumped his cock into her pussy.
His hand released his cock right before ejaculating, and he swung his
legs off the bed and took several deep breaths. He wanted her. Masturbation
wasn't the answer. He padded across the floor of his room and dressed quickly
in some old clothing, then pulled a cloak across his shoulders. He left the
house through the servant's entrance, and retraced his steps back to the Temple.
The streets were empty but for the Watch, and they paid little attention to the
streets they patrolled. Toril easily hid in the shadows as they two guards
passed, and quietly entered the Temple. It was as he left it. He hesitantly
approached the altar and waited.
"May I help you?" A man asked. Toril blinked at the human.
"I...ah...that is...is Sister Clara here?"
The man waved to a bench. "Please seat yourself and I will see if the
Sister is free. Would you care for some refreshment while you wait?"
"Ah...not right now thank you." Toril stammered, his heart racing. He
sat quickly and placed his hands on the wood bench to keep them from shaking.
Minutes seemed like hours before a person stepped through the drapes. A pair of
gloved hands pulled back the hood to reveal the flame haired priestess. She
raised an eyebrow and a slight smile played across her lips.
"I am pleased that you have returned. And so quickly too."
Toril stood. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief and
swallowed nervously. She laughed and approached him.
"You are trembling." She held out her leather gloved hands and took his
in hers. "Be not afraid. You have come here for a purpose, yes?"
Toril swallowed again, taking in her beauty, and then dropped his eyes.
His penis hardened.
"Toril..." She raised his eyes to hers.
"How..."
"Shhh." She placed a finger on his lips. "You want me."
He nodded slowly.
"Are you prepared to pay that price?"
He nodded again. She shook her head.
"You have to reply verbally. Are you prepared to pay that price?"
"Yes."
She smiled, and released his chin. With her other hand she touched his
chest, then slid slowly down to erection. She stroked it though the thin cotton
pants. She released him fully and stepped back.
"By your own admission, and being of age, you accept the price of
pleasure. Once you step beyond these walls, you will be of our order. For
every priestess, there is a priest, both linked in the light of the Goddess."
She stepped back to the draped entry and held out her hand. "Take my hand."
Toril hesitated, then accepted her hand. Her smile was radiant as she
pulled him into the passage beyond. The smell of incense enveloped him as Clara
led him down the hall. There were many doors lining the walls of the passage,
each marked with arcane and divine symbols. A side passage led them to a small
foyer, where half a dozen priestesses lounged around a pit filled with pillows.
Glowing braziers lined the chamber as several men knelt by the priestess and
worshiped them in various ways.
"Oh ho Sisters." One of the priestess said. "Clara has caught her
one."
"And a beautiful one at that." Another spoke.
Clara pulled Toril to stand next to her. An elf priestess strode up to
Toril and looked him over. She was pure blooded Sun Elf, tall and regal. Her
golden hair was bound in silver strands, and she wore a simple pleated gown.
All along her slender ears were silver rings, with several more rings piercing
her eyebrows, septum, and lower lip.
"This is the one?"
"Yes." Clara replied.
"I am the High Priestess." The Sun Elf spoke. "As you have guessed we
are not like other faiths in the realm. Clara has claimed you as her own. Do
you acknowledge her claim?"
"I do." Toril replied softly.
"Excellent." She replied. Her hand snaked out and grabbed his
erection. "This has been the downfall of many a man. You will understand this
like no other." She stroked him lightly before letting him go. "Do not
hesitate to apply correction where needed young priestess." The High Priestess
intoned.
"Yes Wise One." Clara led him along the wall to a passage at the rear
of the chamber. For the briefest moment, his eyes fell upon what appeared to be
a priestess shrouded in black...only her eyes visible...red eyes...
"Oh, and Sister Clara." Clara turned.
"Yes Wise One?"
"Enjoy yourself dear."
"I will Wise One." She looked at Toril. "I certainly will."
The chamber to which he was led was huge. In the very center of the
chamber was a leather covered table. Ropes and manacles shared spaces with
whips and chains along the walls, along with a hundred other implements of
torture. Strange pieces of furniture filled the room that defied description.
She led him to the table at the center of the room and turned to face him.
"What do you prefer? Pleasure or pain first?"
"I have a choice?"
She laughed. "Of course you have a choice. We are not slavers."
He blinked. "Pleasure."
Her hand snaked out and pulled his face to hers. Her mouth fastened
itself to his and he felt her tongue begin to probe him. He yielded to the kiss
and let his tongue dance with hers. Her hands worked furiously to denude him of
his clothing. She broke the kiss as she looked over his body. Years of
vigorous exercise and training had honed his body into a lean musculature form.
She ran her hands over his chest and down his abdomen. Her hands roamed until
they cupped his ass. She squeezed and released him. With a free hand she
released the clasp at her throat and let her robe drop. She wore only a thick
leather thong beneath besides the leather gloves that reached her armpits. Her
breasts stood out proudly. Both her large nipples were pierced with the silver
rings, as was her belly button. She turned around to show him the tattoo that
ran from the base of her neck all the way down her spine, a dedication to her
Goddess. She pulled the strings at the back of the leather thong and let it
drop. Toril stood frozen as she rubbed her tattooed ass seductively. Then she
turned around.
She had a penis.
She smiled.
Toril's eyes bulged.
She laughed. "Be not afraid my pet." She took her member in her hand
and raised it up. Beneath it he saw the familiar folds of womanhood. She
stroked her penis until it was erect. It was not large by any standards, but of
average size, but a little thicker girth. Several rings hung from the bottom of
the penis and several more pierced the outer labia of her vagina. She had no
testicles visible.
"My rings and my tattoos are all done in honor of my Goddess." She
stepped forward to cup his face.
"I exist for pleasure." She spoke. "My body is a living Temple to the
Goddess."
"Are-"
"-all priestess like I am? Yes? When we make our final dedication to
the Goddess, she blesses us with the male member so that we may understand the
pleasures of the male."
"Do priests get female parts?"
"Breasts and pussies?" She teased.
Toril nodded.
"Sometimes. Usually the male has to be favored of the Goddess to
receive such gifts. In rare instances the male becomes as we are." Her eyes
became hooded. "Enough talk."
Her hands took his and placed him on her breasts. Toril stared at them.
They were full, riding high on her chest. She moaned as he squeezed them
gently. They kissed again, slowly, their cocks brushed each other. Toril
gasped into the kiss, his body shifted to adjust. Her eyes laughed as she
reached down to knead his ass and pull him closer. Her cock rubbed against his
and both were pressed tightly against each other. His nipples brushed hers as
she touched and stroked him. She broke away from him and slid up onto the
table. She crawled down the length of the table until she reached the halfway
point, and looked over her shoulder. Her ass swayed back and forth invitingly.
He climbed onto the table and crawled up behind her. She lowered herself to her
elbows and arched her back. Her vagina was small, but prominent against the
canvas of her ass. He felt ready to explode as he rose up and positioned
himself against her opening. Toril rubbed the head of his penis against her
opening before sliding in a little. Clara moaned as he pushed in slowly. He
reached around to fondle her breasts and he slowly rocked in and out. She was
tight and hot. Without thinking, one of his hands strayed down to grasp her
cock and began to stroke it in rhythm with his movements.
"Oh my sweet, sweet pet." She moaned. "That's it." She became tighter
as she neared climax. Toril slammed into her as his own orgasm neared. She was
like a vice as they both came. He felt his hand become sticky as the dual
orgasm flushed through her body. He withdrew his withered cock as she rolled
onto her side and scoop up her own cum off the leather table and dribble it into
her mouth. She repeated the process several more times until she reached the
last fingerful, then offered it to him. Dazed from the experience, Toril opened
his mouth to accept her finger. He tasted the salty fluid and sucked her finger
clean, then slowly laid beside her as she stretched.
"Did you enjoy your pleasure?" She asked.
"Thank you." Toril said, laying his head against her shoulder. "I
never knew it could feel so good."
"I am pleased. You have pleased me." Clara replied. She slid off the
table and gently moved him to the center of the table. Toril yawned as he felt
drained from the effort. He would have to get home soon. His parents would be
arriving this morning. He closed his eyes for the moment.
"Toril." A voice called him.
His eyes fluttered open and he looked into the face of Clara as she
hovered over him.
"Are you rested?"
"I am, thank you." He tried to get up, but could not. He looked up to
find his wrists locked into leather cuffs. He raised his head to find his
ankles in the same predicament.
"What?"
"You have received pleasure pet, now it is time for the pain." She
kissed his cheek.
"I didn't"
"Mean it?" She raised an eyebrow. "If you simply wanted to relieve
yourself all you needed to do was go to a prostitute...or a slave. YOU wanted
something more, did you not?"
"I...yes."
She kissed him full on the lips. "You belong to us now. Take the pain
that I give in balance for the pleasure."
She strapped him down further on the table, with a strap above and below
his nipples, then a strap that straddled his hips, followed by straps as the
juncture of his groin, and finally his knees. She leaned over and took his
penis in her mouth and sucked gently until it was semi-erect, then pulled until
it was near the top of the hip strap and wrapped a leather strap right
underneath the head and buckled it down. He moaned at the pain of the strap. A
thicker leather strap was fastened around his balls and attached to a thin chain
to a loop in between his ankles. He groaned as his balls were pulled taught.
"There." She beamed. "I will be merciful with you." She said, showing
him a riding crop. "Do you wish a gag?"
Fear formed in his eyes.
"Be not afraid pet." Clara said. She laid the crop on his chest and
disappeared out of his view. She returned with what looked like a leather ball
with a strap running through it and a blindfold.
"Raise your head up." She commanded. Toril obeyed and she tugged the
blindfold into place, cutting off his vision. "Open your mouth." He opened his
mouth and after a moment, the leather ball was forced in. He tasted something
familiar and soon realized it was her juices. She did not strap the gag around
his head. He felt something brush the tip of his penis, then bit down on the
leather ball as the first stroke caught him at the base of his penis. He fought
the straps as she whipped his penis, the pain forcing him to take deep breaths
between each stroke. Then it happened. The pain lessened. His mind felt
disjointed, and drifted in a warm haze. He shuddered as the crop ripped into
his left nipple, then the right. Her teeth clamped down until he felt blood
drawn. Her tongue cleaned the wound and time seemed to stop. His eyes
fluttered beneath the blindfold as something pinched the skin underside his
penis. He jerked as something poked him. Something felt different, but right.
His eyes were unfocused as Clara removed the blindfold and then the gag.
"I've always felt the blindfold has a good calming effect." She kissed
his cheek. "I am so proud of you." She raised his head. A glint of silver
hung pierced to the underside of his penis.
A loud stone scrape brought Toril out of his thoughts. He glanced at
the center of the island. The stone lid of the sarcophagus had moved.
