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Tamed: Eyrecae and the Empress
Prologue
The head office of the Gold Eagle bank was visited by an average looking Eldorai woman on 32nd Kislev, IC696. The woman walked through the main entrance, past the large gold coloured statue of an eagle, and up to the counter. There, a cashier looked up at her without any interest.
“Can I help you?” she stated in a flat voice befitting someone who was about to finish shift for the day.
“Yes, I would like to make a deposit,” her visitor stated in a clear, slightly accented voice.
“Name, please?” the cashier asked.
“Eyrecae Amianus,” the Eldorai answered, looking around the marble lobby.
“Ah, yes, it says you’ve been our customer for…how long?”
Eyrecae coughed. “A long time,” she hazarded.
The other woman’s eyes widened. “You were a foundation customer-?” she began.
“Yes, yes, don’t the decades fly by,” Eyrecae said hurriedly. “Can I make the deposit?” she asked.
“Yes, of course. How much?”
“Can we go into the backroom?” Eyrecae asked, looking around.
“Sure. Sulla, backroom!” the cashier called, and an armed guard came and escorted Eyrecae in.
“This is my deposit,” Eyrecae said, taking a very heavy package from beneath her tunic. She placed it on the table; the bundle making a chinking sound. When Sulla unwrapped it, he found it contained golden, embossed disks about an inch across. There must have been a thousand there. Gold! Not coins so much as tokens or medals.
“We…Sulla, watch her,” the cashier said, fleeing to find the manager.
The manager was a tall, white haired man with a weak chin and runny eyes like a fried egg. He looked at the gold in astonishment. “Might I ask how you…acquired this?”
Eyrecae was ready for that and handed a datapad over, stating the amount of gold, and that it was authorised by…the manager read it again, this time in disbelief.
“It says that this document was signed by Empress Calistanae II Philanos over three hundred and fifty years ago!” he exclaimed.
“So it was. If you have a problem with me depositing one hundred pounds of gold at your bank, I am sure that the VCB bank on Broadway will not be so finicky,” Eyrecae said, gathering up the bundle.
“No! No…forgive me, var,” the manager said quickly, using an old word of respect to address her. “We will have to have these valued and-“ he began.
“I’ve already done that. This note is from the headquarters of ‘Istan Bullion’. They will give me eighty five Dati for each. So you can give me better, or I can go there and come back. You’ll lose the gold of course….”
“You bargain hard, var Eyrecae,” he said, smiling slightly.
“No point doing it any other way.”
“I’ll give you ninety thousand Dati for them all.”
“Excellent. Put it into my account,” Eyrecae said, and bowed. “I am sure this will be a long and productive relationship,” she stated and left the room.
When she was gone, the manager looked at the gold, which showed a strange design of swirls and spirals.
“She probably didn’t realise what these might be worth,” he mused. “Our gain is her loss. Well done, Karol,” he said to the cashier and left carrying the bundle of gold pieces.
Istan Bullion was built under street level, partly for security, but mostly because of the staff. As Eyrecae walked in, she knew that every one of them was an Ulharii like her. Unlike her though, they could not stand the sun, and so hid below ground.
The leader came from his office and bowed low before Eyrecae. “Askari, Lady Eyrecae,” he said politely.
“Askari, Riven,” she returned politely, taking his hand.
“Did that quote come in handy, Lady?” Riven asked.
“Oh yes, they paid me ninety each.”
“Why did you want lower than what they are worth?” the male Ulharii asked, puzzled.
“Because, my dear Riven,” Eyrecae said like he was a child, “I don’t have time to mess around with antiques dealers. I wanted the gold gone quickly, and this was perfect.”
“What do you intend to do with it, Lady Eyrecae?” Riven asked as they moved into his office and closed the door.
She smiled, showing her fangs for a second. “Your business makes money, Riven, a lot of it. But there is one industry that makes the most quickest and relatively safest. Do you know what that is?”
“Err…assassination?” Riven guessed.
“You think like a warrior, but you’re wrong. That is not safe, nor quick, despite the profits. No; sex. All races desire it to one degree or another. I will cash in on this.”
“You’d sell yourself?” Riven asked, shocked.
“Afraid I’d find someone better than you?” she joked. “Yes, I am.”
“Oh…I might come visit you,” he hazarded.
“We’ll see, Riven. Thanks for your help,” Eyrecae said and walked out.
Chapter 1
Eyrecae walked through the city, getting reacquainted with the planet she had not visited in several decades. There were new structures, but it was mostly the same, and so she soon found herself heading to the Suiire Embassy, a long, low building only a few sectors from the Palace. At the gate she waited as two armed sentries came and checked her identification.
“Lord Oriva will see you,” one of them stated and led the way inside. Eyrecae passed guard rooms, data storage and map rooms until she came to the office of the Ambassador. “Go in, Lady,” the guard ordered and shut the door behind her.
Oriva was sitting behind his desk, a middle aged and gaunt man with a distinctive Gaston accent. “Ah, the mighty Eyrecae returns to us. The Great Emperor Raik’aro was concerned you might have betrayed us. But I had more faith in you.”
“Your faith earns my thanks. I have been wandering for some time. Now, I need your advice, Oriva.”
“I will do what I can for a friend of the Suiire,” the Ambassador said carefully.
“Property. I need to rent or lease a large business and residence block in a nice part of town. Any ideas?”
Oriva seemed surprised at the request. “Might I ask what it is for?”
“I’m setting up a household, what might be called a high class brothel.”
“Indeed? And you will be…working in the firm?” Oriva asked, amused.
“Oh yes.”
Oriva laughed. “Then I expect you will be very popular, Eyrecae. If these people know what is good for them, they will make you a great success. It seems that one not just gains wisdom with age….”
“Very cute, lizard,” Eyrecae countered happily. “So, got any ideas?”
“I do indeed. A…friend…of the Suiire has had to vacate his offices in Eighteen North…we were going to simply sell it, but we may as well hire it to you.”
“Eighteen North is quite a way from the action. And if it is from a ‘friend’ then can I expect taps, bugs and cameras?”
“Not at all. You have my word that all will be dealt with. Of course…any whispers that reach your ears…” he offered.
“I’ll consider it. And the location?”
“These humans do nothing right,” Oriva said caustically. “Eighteen North is only two north from here. They can’t even lay out a grid properly!”
“So I see,” Eyrecae replied with a shrug. “Price?”
“One twenty Dati a week, or three hundred Amil…that’s the going rate of exchange. It needs a lick of paint, of course….”
What that meant, Eyrecae knew, was that it was a dump, more or less, but it would do. “Sounds great. Allow me to offer you a month’s rent in advance,” Eyrecae declared and dropped the last few gold tokens she had onto the table.
Oriva smiled. “Good doing business with you. Of course, we shall help if needed with planning.”
“Thank you,” Eyrecae said, then left the room.
The next stop was the planning office for Chaeronea. Eyrecae expected to encounter trouble here, but found to her surprise, an old friend waiting for her.
“Ramona?” Eyrecae asked, surprised.
“Just for you, honey,” Ramona said. She was a plump human in her middle age with dark skin and a big smile.
“What are you doing working as a bureaucrat?” Eyrecae asked. “Last time I saw you, you were an author on that space station before the giant bugs attacked!”
“I considered that a sign from Ashira that I was not cut out to be an author. But might I ask what you are doing here?”
“I’ve come to Chaeronea to set up a, well you might as well know, a high class escort establishment.”
“A brothel, you mean?” Ramona asked happily.
“Yes. What are the laws here…?” she trailed off.
“So long as the house is registered, there are no disturbances to the community caused by it, and all staff and clients are screened, there is no issue. But, local community groups and such can be such prudes. For saving my life from the mutant creepies, I’ll give you permission. Don’t fail my trust.”
Eyrecae smiled warmly. “I won’t, my dear. Thank you…it means a lot to me.”
“Why?” Ramona asked as Eyrecae stood.
“Why? Because my cash was getting rather low, and I’ve not had a good fuck in years,” Eyrecae said bluntly.
“I like you, to the point. I’ll drop by one day,” Ramona said, handing the permit over. “Have fun!”
Eyrecae, now much reassured, headed over to the palace and grand parade ground. The massive open space was larger than ten sports fields. Now, though, it was almost empty, save for a group about half way along. Guards in black armour surrounded the group, and numerous courtiers trailed behind the party.
“Who is that?” Eyrecae asked a watching bystander.
“That? That is the new Empress. You…not listened much to the news?” the man asked wryly.
“Not when I can help it. Thank you,” Eyrecae said, leaving the amused man alone.
The Ulharii headed over the tiled open space until she was a mere twenty paces from the monarch. She looked a tall stern woman with an indomitable expression on her face. To Eyrecae’s surprise, the Empress turned to her, and started to walk over! As she made to back away, two guards came up, guns ready.
“Kneel before her Imperial Majesty!” a man dressed like a Chamberlain ordered.
Eyrecae did so, but looked up when she heard a chuckle.
“Now I have seen everything Varnia, Eyrecae kneeling before me,” the Empress said to a woman beside her.
“Your…Majesty?” Eyrecae asked, puzzled.
“Stand up, you’re far too good to be bowing and scraping,” the Empress ordered. When that was done, the monarch eyed her. “As you may have heard, I was elected Empress last month. Why do I know you? We met, when I was ten. I am sure you do not remember, but it was because my grandfather, the Elector of Epirus, was attending a negotiation with Emperor Raik’aro of the Suiire. Regardless, I remembered you. Perhaps we could meet one time,” she stated.
“I would like that, your Majesty,” Eyrecae said uncertainly.
“Very well. Thank you for your time,” Empress Calistanae III said, and walked away.
Eyrecae had been surprised by the meeting, and wandered off in a daze, losing her way a few times before coming to the right place. As she had privately expected, the building was something of a shambles. Immediately she used the communicator to summon an army of painters, carpenters, electricians and plumbers. Using her newly inputted money from the bank, she paid on the spot, giving the workers generous tips and then looked over the result.
The building was quite large, two stories holding a total of fifteen offices - which were being converted into bedrooms – and several large entertaining areas. It was a start, and though Eyrecae was down by a quarter of her gold money already, she was pleased with the result. With the beds arriving the next day, she slept on the carpet, quickly dropping into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Eyrecae was up and on the wire to post advertisements and job offers. Her superhuman energy paid off when at ten in the morning, there was a knock on the door.
“Hi, are you Eyrecae?” the visitor – a blond Eldorai with very ample breasts – asked.
“Yes, what’s your name, dear?” Eyrecae asked, waving her in.
“I’m Dawn, that’s my stage name.”
“A very nice name,” Eyrecae agreed. “Well, you got my invitation. Let me explain things; I’m setting up this place to provide high class, high paid escorts and companions to the upper class. Nobles and Lords, that style of thing. You’ll be paid ten Dati a day base, enough to eat, plus you’ll take sixty percent of any ‘meetings’ you decide on, plus all the tips. I’ll take the rest, and you can sleep and eat here, or come in here.”
Dawn looked at her, surprised. “Wow…that’s…different. I mean, place I work now I’m lucky to get fifty a day max!” She looked a little suspicious. “Is this a scam?”
“No, it isn’t. I’m doing the same thing as you. The money is good because I want good people to cast good impressions.”
Dawn nodded. “Okay, I’ll join. When do you want me to start?”
“Tomorrow, if you can. I’ll hopefully have something lined up by then.”
“Alright, CYA then,” Dawn said and walked out.
Eyrecae was just making notes when there was another knock at the door. She went to answer it, and found a young human with red hair waiting.
“Hey, ad said you were hiring,” she stated.
“Come right in,” Eyrecae offered.
This time she didn’t even get a chance to finish talking to the model before another knock on the door. Then another, and another.
By the time Eyrecae closed up for the night, she’d interviewed eighteen women and three men. She’d accepted half of them, and as she lay back on the bed that night, she wondered where she was going to get enough appointments to satisfy all those people!
The answer came to her when she looked at her bed side table and saw an article in it. Instantly, despite it being thirtieth hour, she made notes and went to sleep happy. The title of the article read; “Empress’ Inauguration Ball.”
Chapter 2
Eyrecae was up and ready to go early, indeed, she was up before the sun had risen, making calls to make this night a success. All was prepared to go by midday, and she soon had calls from those attending the ball who desired a companion. Many were married, but had decided to take along an attractive companion as well, while others were single or on planet alone.
Eyrecae received a call at one that afternoon from the secretary of a wealthy mining company owner who wanted her to be his companion that night. Eyrecae organised a meeting, but had to find someone to run the house while she was away. After a half hour searching, she found another friend, this one a Takana living with the Suiire. Eyrecae met her at the door. She’d changed into a revealing green dress she’d borrowed from one of her employees.
“Pleased you could do this for me, Lin’tarith,” the Ulharii said, relieved.
“Pleased I could,” Raevil, her alter replied. “So, living the high life, are you? I’ll mind your stuff, but I want you for a night!”
Eyrecae poked her tongue out, and left the lizard to it.
“Mr Kavad is very pleased you could join him,” an elderly manservant greeted Eyrecae at the door.
“Can I go see him? I want to make sure that all is arranged to his satisfaction.”
“Come this way, Lady,” the servant said, seemingly immune to her low cut dress.
Mr Kavad, the son of a common ore miner, poured Eyrecae a drink when she entered. “Nice dress. I have a liking for Eldorai.” There were other men in the room, but they seemed business associates, not the makings of a gangbang
“Thank you, sir. Are you married, sir?”
“No, I ain’t. I just want a pretty girl to go with me, I don’t want to marry them. Not a problem for you?” he demanded.
“Not at all, sir.”
“Is that what you are wearing tonight?”
“No, sir, something less…risqué, perhaps?”
“Damn your fancy words! I’m paying for you to look good, not to cover up like an ice explorer. Now wear that, but get rid of the bra,” Kavad ordered.
Eyrecae couldn’t hide a smirk. “Gratefully. I hate formal dresses.”
“Good for you,” the big man said with a laugh. “Now, you ain’t too squeamish to get personal with me, are you?” Kavad asked. He stretched out his arms and flexed a little.
“Not at all, sir,” Eyrecae replied.
“Well good. Bedroom upstairs. We’ve got two hours until we leave. I’ll see if you’re worth a tip. Go on,” he ordered, turning from her and launching back into business talk. The other men in the room had heard the whole conversation, and some shared sidelong glances at Eyrecae as she left the room.
“Back to business!” Kavad said, smacking the table. “Get your own sluts,” he growled and moved back to work.
When Kavad came upstairs, he found his companion for the evening ready for him in bed. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity, and not bothering with words, he stripped down and got in beside her. He was pleased that she was just as pretty without the dress as with it, if not more.
“Come on, bitch,” he said in an affectionate way.
Eyrecae did not answer, but set to work earning her money, first with her mouth, then her pussy. By the time she was done, she’d forced out a pair of orgasms from her client and gotten three of her own.
“You’re pretty good,” Kavad admitted, standing and heading for the shower.
“I am, aren’t I?” Eyrecae said to herself as she laid back in bed. She smirked, he’d been pretty good – over confidant of course – but Eyrecae was willing to let him think he’d gotten the better of her.
The outside of the great Imperial Concert Hall was sheathed in golden light projected by great emitters at ground level. Eyrecae and Kavad stepped out of their skimmer and into the crowd of other people waiting for entrance. Eyrecae preened herself as she saw the admiring looks they were giving her. She knew Kavad liked it too, for he put an arm around her bare waist to make it certain people knew he was in control. Eyrecae’s low dress with an extra long slit between the legs was something few women could have worn, and the dark green did not go with most people. It suited her though, and she gave pleasant smiles to any who watched.
“You’re not even wearing panties are you, little slut?” Kavad hissed to her.
“Not a stitch,” she returned.
“I think this ball might bore me quickly. I am sure there are some places we could retire from public.”
“You’re the master, and I’m your slave,” Eyrecae replied huskily. It always worked, and she could tell he wanted to bend her over and take her then and there!
He was distracted from replying by a courtier who bowed before Kavad and asked for their invitations. He produced them, and allowed into the massive concert hall’s main room. It was a place where ten thousand chairs could look at the central stage, but now that space was empty, and the red carpeted floor was filling with people. On the great stage there was an orchestra and a dais with the eagle flag above it. At the moment though, it was empty of anyone other than musicians.
Kavad led Eyrecae through the room, and he talked to people as he passed, as he evidently knew several of them well. They took a drink, and then another, for Eyrecae had an immense ability to drink alcohol, more than almost any mortal she knew.
“When does her Majesty come on stage?” Kavad was asking a fat nobleman.
“In an hour, once all the Electors are assembled, and the High Priest is here.
Eyrecae glanced at Kavad, and he nodded. Eyrecae finished her drink and left the room, supposedly for the bathrooms. A moment later, in a deserted hall, Kavad joined her. Somehow he’d acquired a stun baton and two pairs of handcuffs.
“You ain’t squeamish are you?” he demanded.
“Not at all, Master. Take me where you want. Where’d you get the gear from?”
“A security officer who I slipped a month’s worth of his pay to. Stop questioning me,” he ordered and dragged Eyrecae through the dark halls. He obviously wanted to hear her worried, but she looked only a little interested as he dragged her into an unused dressing room and locked the door. “Now strip, slut. I need you looking presentable for later, but I want you now, and you’re going to be my slave as you promised.”
Eyrecae nodded and pulled off her shoes, then undid the dress. She was entirely naked underneath, and she neatly hung the dress up for later.
Kavad cuffed her wrists in front of her to a concrete pillar, then her legs so she was helpless and exposed to him. He in turn stripped and thrust a wad of cloth into her mouth to gag her. “That stays in,” he growled. Then, taking position behind her, he seized her legs and thrust his hard cock into her.
Eyrecae moaned into the makeshift gag as Kavad rammed into her again and again, almost knocking her forward several times. What he lacked in subtlety he made up for in power. After he had pushed himself into her at least fifty times he came, filling the inside of her pussy with his seed. Eyrecae didn’t care about that, she was infertile anyway, and her unique abilities meant she was immune to any disease that might be passed through.
“Good slut,” Kavad said affectionately. He pulled the wad of cloth from her mouth and made her lick his member clean. He did not undo her bonds though, except to turn her so her arms were cuffed behind the pole. The gag was replaced, and Kavad dressed. “You’ve pleased me a lot, bitch. And you’ve earned a bonus payment. We’ve got half hour before we have to head back, want to earn some more?”
When Eyrecae nodded, he produced the shock rod and powered it up. “I’ve not met a girl as tough as you before. Take five of these and you’ll get a hundred Dati more. Eyrecae nodded again, and he touched the rod to her left nipple.
The pain was harsh, but she’s gotten wet to worse. She made a sigh of contentment that amused her client as he touched it to the other nipple, with the same result. He tried touching it to Eyrecae’s pussy, and that hurt the Ulharii. She screamed into the gag and wrenched at her chains.
“Found your spot, didn’t I?” Kavad said happily. He touched it to that spot again, and saw the faintest trace of tears prick at her eyes. “You’re tough, any other girl would have stopped me after the tits. But I’m not a torturer,” he stated and touched the end to her naval and watched her sigh in relief.
“Let’s get back. I’ll not forget this though,” he said, unchaining her wrists.
Eyrecae smirked as they walked back through the dark halls. He was typical of such people, and she knew that he’d always want her, and so long as he paid, Eyrecae was willing to have a bit of fun. However, she did want to meet the Empress, and so she hurried back to where the noise of voices was much louder.
The orchestra had been playing incidental music, but now switched to a triumphant sweep, and the lights dimmed everywhere but the stage. A tall noble walked onto the stage beneath the eagle flag. “Leaders of the Empire, lords, ladies and citizens, this is a great day for the galaxy, as it marks the election of a great leader, a noblewoman of both devotion and courage. Her Imperial Majesty Calistanae III!”
There was a thunderous applause and the quick tune of the orchestra became a triumphant overture.
The Empress, dressed in a light blue and silver dress walked slowly onto the stage. She looked regal, powerful and commanding. Her long brown hair and soft grey eyes made her seem younger than she was, and she was barely forty years old now.
“Leaders of the Empire. I stand before you for the first time as your Empress. Know that it is not a light burden, nor one that I will fail in. You have looked past some of my well known eccentricities to the woman I am. I will not fail this Empire. No, I will see that Erisae’s dream continues on in this era. For while we might have enemies, they are not any we cannot resist if we put our minds to it!”
The speech went on for some time more, but Eyrecae didn’t pay much heed to it. She’d heard a dozen speeches by Emperors saying the same things. She concentrated on the Empress though, and sensed the aura around her. She was almost certainly a Sciian. Not a strong one perhaps, but strong enough in the manner of an untrained human.
“And so,” the Empress said, wrapping up her speech, “In danger and hardship there is unity! And together you and I will steer this Empire from greatness to the heights of glory!” she called.
There was an almighty applause, as the Empress looked down on them all. Then, to the surprise of some, she walked down the stairs and into the crowd to talk more with the rulers who had helped her get this position of power.
To Eyrecae’s surprise, Calistanae saw her and headed over! She ignored barons and dukes, nobles and leaders until she came before the Ulharii. Unfriendly, and disapproving eyes looked on Eyrecae and her dress as the Empress nodded slightly.
Eyrecae knelt. She didn’t know why, but she figured it couldn’t hurt.
“Rise up, Eyrecae Amianus,” the Empress commanded. When that was done she looked at those around her. “Leave us a moment in private,” she ordered.
“Your Majesty, she-“ a courtier attempted.
“If Eyrecae wanted me dead, Gareth, I would be by now, and nothing you could do could prevent it. Leave us.” The watchers left them resentfully in peace. The nobles to a person believed they deserved greater attention than some half dressed harlot.
“Your Majesty is kind,” Eyrecae said respectfully.
“About what? I know what you can do, and I know I do not have to fear you. And call me Lord, I command you to.”
“Yes, Lord,” Eyrecae replied obediently.
“Good. Now, you are here with Mr Kavad? That means he hired you as I know he is not married. Is someone so powerful and beautiful being hired to such a man?”
“Yes, I am.” She felt a tiny bit ashamed, but pushed it aside.
“It is not tactful, but I am Empress, so I do not need tact. How much?”
“Four hundred Dati a night, Lord,” Eyrecae said, a little red.
“My dear, you are wasted!” Calistanae unexpectedly changed subjects then. “As you are aware, my wife and I have now moved into the Crystalline Palace, now I have been crowned. Among the things that came up is something you already know. I am a Sciian, but there was not the time or will to train me as a Shadow Knight. My father, bless his spirit, believed it was demeaning for a noble. But I would like to learn, if I can, and I can think of no more suitable teacher than you.”
Eyrecae was taken aback. “Me? But, but, surely there are others better trained to teach? I mean, no offence, but why choose me?”
Calistanae gave her a knowing look. “Cover story. That and because I have great faith in your abilities.”
“Cover story?”
“Well it would hardly do to have your description on the pay-books as ‘Chief Love Slave’, now would it?”
The Ulharii was speechless again, which was a rare feat. “You…want me?”
“Well either you are surprised that the Empress would ask a heathen, immortal vampire, or you think that I am out of your league. I’m assuming the former.”
“Yes. Why me?”
“Why not you?” the Empress chuckled. “Every person in this room, if they were honest with themselves, would want you as their slave, either because they are jealous of you, or because they think you are the ultimate unobtainable. However, let us be blunt, you are beautiful, immortal and dangerous, and I like that. I’d like it even more if I had you naked in front of me begging to please me!”
“You certainly surprise me, Lord.”
“As I said, an Empress does not need tact. So, will you join me? I will pay you five times what Kavad does, and you will live in my wing of the palace, be allowed out three days a week, and my slave the rest.”
“I will try it. But won’t you be busy…running the Empire?” Eyrecae hazarded.
“Of course, and that makes the night all the more exciting. But my wife and my two slavers will have plenty to keep you disciplined. But yes, come by for a day next week. How about fourth day?”
“That will be fine, Mistress,” Eyrecae said with a smile.
“Good. I like you calling me that, do so from now on in private. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you more than you enjoy, and I won’t make you do something you fear. This is supposed to be fun for both of us after all!”
“Thank you, Mistress!” Eyrecae said.
The Empress walked away, and Kavad came over with a grim smile. “She’s out bought me, hasn’t she?” He saw her surprise. “Look, I might not have gone to a fancy school, but I ain’t stupid.”
“She’s only hiring me for business,” Eyrecae protested weakly.
“And I am a three headed cow. I don’t mind, but you were a good slut.”
“I have other staff who might assist you.”
“I’ll see. Now, good night to you.” Kavad strode away.
After a few moments alone, another woman came over to Eyrecae. “I trust you agreed with my wife?” she asked.
“You’re Varnia?” Eyrecae asked.
“I am indeed.” Varnia was younger than the Empress, maybe as much as fifteen. “I just wanted to reassure you about this…arrangement. It is something we both thought about and decided when we saw you in the square. If you come to live with us, it will not be acting, it will be real. There will be no games or equality. You have your days off for that, or the times when my wife needs your help.”
“I understand.”
“Then I will see you soon, pet,” Varnia whispered and walked away.
Eyrecae returned home to find Raevil with a young human girl of only twenty or so in her arms. It was one of the girls that Eyrecae has hired.
“I hope you’re going to pay,” she commented.
The human girl blushed and covered herself, but Raevil looked amused rather than alarmed. “Of course I’m going to. Young Jade here and I were having some fun, weren’t we dear?”
“Yes…we were,” Jade said with a blush.
“Well, that’s fine. Thanks for minding the fort while I was away, Raevil.”
“Not a problem honey. Jade, dear, I won’t be long,” she told the human, and went outside with Eyrecae. “So, have a good night?”
The Ulharii frowned. “I guess so, I’m getting to be the Empress’ pet.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, not at all.”
Raevil looked amazed, and not a little jealous. “That’ll be right. Still, it’s not like I could do it.”
“Well, it’s not just for the pleasure of being some human’s slave, I’m getting two thousand Dati a day.”
“So the Empire has enough to pay you half a million a year, but not enough to evacuate people from an incoming comet? That sounds right. Well, good luck. You do get days off I guess?”
“Three a week. The other seven are my slave days. Oh, and I’m training her to fight too.”
“Drop by and see me whenever you want. You can usually find me at the Suiire Embassy, or someone will know where to find me.”
Chapter 3
Eyrecae walked onto the forecourt of the palace. Ahead was an energy bubble that protected the palace from anything trying to sneak in. The only ways in were specially created entrances that were usually sealed off with the same energy fields. These force fields were almost invisible to the naked eye, but could stop a tank at full speed dead.
She handed a pass to the guard captain who looked at it with surprise, then saluted. “This way, my Lady,” he said, leading her past the queue of supplicants, and towards a side entrance.
Between the force field’s edges was nearly a mile of the palace grounds, with gardens, fountains and plazas. The palace was a self contained city, with many people in it never leaving the place between birth and death. Servants, officials and nobles all mixed in the busy halls. However, the front wing of the palace – the largest – where the business of running the Empire was performed was not where Eyrecae was led. She was instead taken through a long tunnel and on for almost half a mile until she reached the rearmost of the palace buildings. It was where the Empress lived, and which was private to all but a few dozen guards and special guests.
Apparently the Ulharii was included in this, but the guard wasn’t, for the guard saluted and turned away. Wondering what to do, Eyrecae was confronted by two Eldorai women in modern plated battle armour and the aura of trained Sciians.
“You are Eyrecae?” one of them asked, not unkindly.
“I am. Are you the Angelii?”
They nodded. The elite bodyguards of the Emperor were Eldorai raised from birth as Sciians and warriors, and were deemed incorruptible. “Please follow us. Her Highness is awaiting you inside the garden.”
Eyrecae fell into step behind one, while another brought up the rear. They passed through great halls and rooms until they came to a large sun room and greenhouse. The Empress was sitting on a plain, but large chair. Beside her was her wife, and at her feet was a woman attached by a leash to the chair. The girl was naked and looked down at the tiles, and never up.
“Welcome, Eyrecae Amianus. I’m glad you took up my offer of a trial! Angels of Wrath, please leave us and be ready for orders.”
“As you command, Highness,” the two said as one and left the room.
“They are beautiful, are they not?” Calistanae asked, standing from her informal throne.
“They are, Lord. Do you ever feel tempted to…” Eyrecae replied before colouring at having asked such a question.
“More than tempted. They are my bodyguards, and what better way to make them mine than to let them pleasure me? My love, take her to the dungeons and secure her,” she ordered her wife.
Varnia unlocked the naked pet from the throne and pulled her away. Eyrecae noticed the pet had many scars from being caned or whipped on her back.
“I did not cause those scars, in case you are wondering. Her former Master would drink and beat her, one time he went too far and blinded the girl by hitting her head. Now she is my pet, but I do not beat her.” She walked with Eyrecae to the window that looked out over the city. “All the windows in this palace are one sided, and no one is allowed in this building where we stand without one of the passes you bore. Keep it, you will need it each time you wish to enter. Now, before we go any further, you will promise, no you will swear that not one thing about what happens in the palace will leave this force field.”
Eyrecae nodded. “I promise. You have my solemn word.”
“Even to your Suiire friends to laugh at me or my ways,” the Empress warned.
“Not even to them, I promise.”
“Then all is well. I know a little of your abilities, but not all by any means. What can I do to you?”
“It is not so much what you can do as what I enjoy. If you know anything about me, or read the Dark Star stories, you know I regenerate injuries in seconds, be they a paper cut or a mangled leg. And while you could cut me open and pull out my heart, I would ask you not to,” she said with a smile. But I am not someone who gets aroused by torture, proper torture, the sort with racks, knives and molten lead.”
“I would never do anything so beastly to you, or anyone who was not a traitor and a criminal. My interest is more in domination, making you be my slave, and making you pleasure me. Though as I said at the ball, I will be busy often, by my wife and the two Angelii you saw before will be your Mistresses when I am not there. They will know your limits, and will push rather than break them. Should you wish, when you are settled, we will do three weeks on and one off, should you wish it. That allows greater emersion in the game.”
“It sounds like you know a lot about this.”
“All my life while my father was alive I was useless. So I was given servants to play with and amuse me while he worked. I chose women because that is who I desire to make love to, and so I had almost ten years experience perfecting and learning. Then I became Elector, and now Empress, but my interests remain. You think me unusual?”
“No, how many Emperors have done the same?”
“All, but they were lusting for women, there has never been a married Erosae on this throne before, but I will gladly be the first.”
“When do we begin, Mistress?”
Calistanae smiled. “Now if you wish. I will order the Angelii to ‘arrest’ you. You will be taken to my special dungeon where I will ‘interrogate’ you later. Understand?”
“Very much so.” Eyrecae smiled, this was going to be fun!
“Angels of Guard! Your Empress needs you!” Calistanae called once she was seated on her throne, and Eyrecae was before her. The two Eldorai appeared as if by magic between Eyrecae and their Mistress. “This vile bloodsucker seeks to drain me blue!” she cried. “Take her to the dungeons, and I will question her myself soon.”
Eyrecae did not intend to resist much, there wasn’t much point, but she wouldn’t make things too easy for the bodyguards. However, she soon found that against those two with their decades of merciless training and powered body armour, she would be matched even at full strength. She fought them briefly, but their mechanically enhanced strength overcame the small effort she put into resistance, and she was seized.
One of the Angelii kicked her legs out from beneath her and knelt hard on her back and neck while her comrade forced a nullifier on, and then attached cuffs joined to each other directly, and not by a chain.
“Take her away!” the Empress shouted gleefully.
The two guards grabbed Eyrecae under her armpits and dragged her from the room. The Ulharii was quite helpless to resist, as any point she got a chance to lash out with her legs, one of the two zapped her with a shocker built into her gauntlet. And so, despite her mad struggling, Eyrecae was dragged through the abandoned halls until she came to a set of stairs.
While one of the Angelii rammed Eyrecae into the wall, her companion unlocked a door and dragged their prisoner inside with them.
The dungeon revealed was a large, dark room with no windows. Cells lined a corridor across the room from the door. In the main area of the room though there was an array of devices for restraint and pain. It was true they were not proper instruments of torture, but they still looked foreboding.
Eyrecae was dragged to one device and was forced onto it. She had always prided herself for never being forced into something, but all her struggles were quite useless as a heavy gauntlet choked her and made her be still. The other guard took several hard kicks before one leg and then the other was securely chained to the device.
That device looked like half a wide wheel with the rounded edge up. Eyrecae was forced to lie on the top so that her back was arched uncomfortably to conform with the circular edge. Her head hung down over the other side, and after seizing her arms, the Angelii shackled her wrists so she was being stretched face up over the rounded top of the device.
“It is wise not to struggle so much when we will be your punishers,” one of the Eldorai said softly.
“The Empress will doubtless let us be avenged for those kicks you gave my sister,” the other said.
Eyrecae was a little afraid, as she found to her dismay that the chains were too strong even for her to break. “You’re sisters?” she asked to keep herself distracted.
“Not by blood, but in spirit,” one of the guards replied. They drew long, sharp knives but when Eyrecae’s eyes widened, she shook her head. “We will only take your clothes. You will have no need of them in our care.” With that she cut and pulled Eyrecae’s clothes off so she was left naked.
“Might I know your names?”
The two shared a glance. “It is permitted,” they said as one. “I am Aeothir, and this is my sword-sister Tasaril. Though when you wear the collar Highness will bring for you, you will call us Mistress, or you will be punished.”
“You’ve been doing this for a long time?”
“We have trained to be Angelii for longer than Highness has been alive.”
“And do you enjoy playing with the Empress’ pets?” Eyrecae asked, trying to find some weakness in her restraints.
“We do not play unless Highness commands us to. Now, be silent, or we will gag you. Highness approaches.”
Empress Calistanae strode into the dungeon followed by Varnia. The Angelii knelt before her, and she allowed them to kiss her hand before telling them to rise.
“You have restrained the prisoner well. You used the special chains as I ordered?”
Yes, Highness. This prisoner will not escape,” Tasaril promised.
“Good.” The Empress walked to where Eyrecae lay with her head back and down. “You were caught entering my palace. What evil business brought you there?” she demanded.
Eyrecae gave a defiant look. “Where I go is my own business!” she stated. Now the game had started, she had best play as well as she could.
“Is that so, slut bitch? I am the Empress here, I command you to tell me!”
“You are not my Empress. I will not call you Mistress,” she said disdainfully.
“We shall see. Angels of Punishment…whip her.”
The first lash struck Eyrecae’s right nipple with a crack. She cried aloud, for it hurt a lot, and yanked on her chains. It was no use. Six more whip strokes, each guided by the iron muscles of the Angelii smacked into her helpless body.
“Enough!” Calistanae called and towered over Eyrecae. “What were you doing in the palace?” she demanded. She seized a nipple in sharp fingernails and squeezed until her captive gasped an answer.
“Spying!” Eyrecae burst out. She hadn’t meant to, but one whip blow near her pussy had really hurt and distracted her.
“Ah. We get the truth already? Spying on all my secrets were you? Were you?” she asked again when Eyrecae didn’t answer and nodded to Aeothir, who slashed the whip down again.
“Yes!”
“Yes, what? What do you call me?” Calistanae asked, running her hand down Eyrecae’s exposed, helpless body. Eyrecae remained obstinately silent, the caress turned into a slap, a hard one. “Whip her until she answers, even if it takes an hour, my Angels.”
Eyrecae struggled madly, but was unable to escape. She tried to endure, but even for her the two whips were too much, especially when they switched to her genitals. That pain was too much, and she screamed aloud. “Mistress!”
“Stop!” the Empress ordered the Angelii. “I’m not sure I heard you. What did you say?”
“Mistress! Please, it hurts, Mistress!”
“Punishment is supposed to hurt!” the Empress retorted. She grabbed Eyrecae’s throat and forced her head up. “Look at me! Who is your Mistress?” Eyrecae didn’t answer, and Calistanae grabbed one of her pointed ears and pulled her head painfully up. “Who?!” she shouted.
“You are!” Eyrecae said desperately. Her ear really protested such treatment, and so again she’d blurted out something she’d not meant to.
The Empress let her prisoner’s head fall. “I am the Empress of this great Empire. All within its borders are my subjects; and especially those in my home. I thereby pronounce upon you a judgement of servitude. You will remain my slave until I declare you redeemed. Until then you remain here until you show you are fit for another room. I have spoken.”
Eyrecae wanted to say something sarcastic, but she didn’t. Although this was a game, there were rules.
“Angels, take her to her cell and ensure she does not escape. Punish her as you wish, but return to me within half hour.”
“Yes, Highness,” the said as one.
“Make her wear this,” the Empress ordered, taking a collar from her wife and handing it over.
“We obey, Highness,” the Angelii ordered and knelt until the Empress had gone.
When the three women were alone, they undid Eyrecae’s legs, but immediately chained them together again with a very short chain that made any walking difficult. Then they undid one hand and the two forced it with some resistance behind Eyrecae’s back and connected it to a pair of cuffs connected to the leg restraints. It was repeated with the other hand, and they had soon forced Eyrecae to stand naked, hands chained behind her back and linked to her restrained legs.
“Hold her, sister,” Aeothir ordered, and Tasaril pinioned her with her armoured strength. Aeothir removed the nullifier and slipped on the collar and locked it about Eyrecae’s neck. The effect was the same, but this collar was more ornate, and could have a leash attached to it.
Eyrecae scrabbled with her bound hands at her armoured captor behind, but she could feel only metal as she was dragged forward. Unable to walk fast, she had her guards put their arms under her shoulders and drag her backwards from the dungeon to a cell. They opened the door, and while Aeothir held the Ulharii, her sister locked the gate behind them.
The cell was quite large and airy, with two bright shafts of light coming through round holes half a foot wide, and ten foot up. There was a soft mattress on the floor, a clean toilet and wash basin, but nothing else. The walls of the cell were thick stone on three sides, and barred on the passageway side by metal rods.
Eyrecae was pushed onto the mattress, and her two guards towered over her. “Highness says we may punish you,” Tasaril said pleasantly.
Eyrecae could not have resisted if she wanted, chained as she was. “Mistress, I’m sure we can work out an arrangement,” she replied.
Aeothir smiled unpleasantly. “I am sure we can, slave. How about, you pleasure each of us, and we tell Highness you have been good?”
“I agree, Mistress,” Eyrecae said, wondering when and if she’d get an orgasm for herself. Her body was already pulsing, but the way she was bound there was no easy way to please herself.
Tasaril held Eyrecae down while her sister pressed a button and spoke a word of command. The light in the armour died, and it detached from her like it was some machine disengaged. In seconds the Eldorai was naked, for she wore nothing beneath the armour.
Eyrecae was dragged to her knees and her face was forced close to Aeothir’s waiting pussy.
“You promise you will not bite?” Tasaril whispered to Eyrecae seriously. Only when the Ulharii had nodded, did she let her please her sword-sister.
Eyrecae knew how to do many things, and one of them she knew best was how to pleasure an Eldorai woman with just her tongue. In over a thousand years it was something she had done more often than these two youngsters had seen seasons. It was hard to make an Eldorai release quickly, and she did not try, but steadily increased the pleasure she gave until the blond Angelii was grinding her hips in silent ecstasy before she let out a sigh and relaxed.
Tasaril held Eyrecae still while Aeothir washed herself and redressed in her armour. Then they swapped roles, though why they paid such attention to keeping Eyrecae still was unknown, as the Ulharii could hardly fight or move while chained as she was!
Tasaril, her long black hair forming a pillow under her head, took even less time than her sword-sister to come. Probably she had already been aroused by watching Aeothir, and so it took only a few moments for her to sigh and relax.
“Sister…we must return to Highness,” Aeothir said with regret.
“Agreed.” She washed and dressed in her armour. “You are a good slave. Keep this up, and you will not need to be punished much.”
The two left with barely a sound except for the click as the door locked. By the look of the light, it was afternoon outside, for the sun was not passing through the shaft directly. Eyrecae lay on the mattress and tried to struggle free. It was hopeless, and she knew it, but the worst part was how arousing it was without having a way to relieve it. Even rolling over was hard, but fortunately it was not a hogtie, and she could sit up with difficulty.
Standing was much harder, and relied on her leaning on the wall to help her stand. When she was up, she took a few steps without much difficulty. She couldn’t move fast or dexterously, but she could move around her cell well enough.
Time passed slowly, and Eyrecae slept for a few hours, because the cell was almost entirely dark when she awoke. There were steps coming, and the lights in the hall and in her cell came on.
It was Tasaril with a plastic plate in one hand, and a bowl in the other. She opened a slot in the barred cell door and pushed them through. “Eat, pet. Highness is coming to see you soon.”
Eyrecae went on her knees to her dinner and slumped down by it. There was no cutlery of course, but there was water in the bowl, and cut up meat and vegetables on the plate. The food was hot and very tasty, and Eyrecae was pleased by it.
In all, she believed, it had not been at all bad so far. Of course, this was a trial period, and the chains she had on were very uncomfortable, but the money was good, and her mistresses were pretty.
The tramp of boots outside made her look up to see the Empress, Varnia, and the two Angelii come into view. The guards entered first and hauled Eyrecae to her feet and pinned her in place.
Calistanae smiled at Eyrecae and casually fingered her new slave’s slit. “I think that my pet is enjoying this imprisonment. She’s moaning enough,” she said to Varnia. “Eyrecae, out of play, are you enjoying yourself so far?”
Eyrecae considered, and then nodded. “I am, Lord. Though these chains are a little hard to live in.”
“They are a test of your stamina. You won’t always be in this cell, but you will be tonight, if you choose to be my slave.”
“I agree, and you are paying me well.”
“I am. I hear you pleased my Angels? That is wise, for they are your jailors, and they decide your punishment when I or my wife are not present. If you are a good slave for a week, I will allow you some more freedoms.” She paused a moment. “I wonder if you will agree to my idea to wear something that made you mine even when you are away from here.
“What did you have in mind?” Eyrecae asked cautiously.
“While you are my slave in this palace you will wear my collar and the wrist and ankle cuffs I choose. Apart from these and your restraints you will wear nothing, you are my slave, and you need no clothes to do that. When you are outside my walls though, I would have you wear this.” She held up a silver ring with a closable opening. “With this on your ankle, you will remember you are my slave,” she stated.
Eyrecae considered, but finally nodded. She could always take it off in private. “I accept.”
“Good. Now, sleep, pet. And just so you try nothing silly. Angels!”
Eyrecae was seized in her two captor’s vice like grips. Varnia approached with a metal band like creation. The Ulharii knew it was a chastity belt, and although she fought to get away, they eventually sealed it on her. It ran around her waist, soft on the skin from soft padding, but with a steel core. Between her legs a padded metal strap ran up and was sealed by a complex integral lock below her naval.
“Now you will only orgasm when I allow you. Come, Angels, escort my wife and I to our bed. Slave, don’t go anywhere…we will return for you…soon.”
Eyrecae lay in the dark for a moment, then struggled with all her strength at the chains. Although she felt a bit of give, it was not enough to free herself, and she was in a bad position to do so as it was.
Giving up, she slithered to the mattress and lay on it, defeated. She tried to rub against the mattress with her pussy, but it was useless. The belt was too well set to defeat, and so she slumped onto the soft mattress and slept.
Chapter 4
Eyrecae awoke with the first light coming through the light holes in the roof. She was stiff from the position of her arms, but she was in a better condition than a normal person would be.
As if on cue, there was the tramp of feet, and the two Angelii appeared. Tasaril unlocked the prison, then locked it behind her them. Aeothir was carrying a small bag over her shoulder.
“Slept well, slave?” Aeothir asked, walking over while her sword-sister went to the other side.
“Yes, Mistress,” Eyrecae said with a yawn.
“Highness wants you.”
The two seized Eyrecae and pulled her up to her feet. While Tasaril held her still, Aeothir opened her bag and drew out long coils of grey rope. With this they tightly bound Eyrecae’s wrists, elbows and breasts win tight knots. Then attaching ropes to the chastity belt, and winding some around her upper body, Eyrecae was bound harder and tighter than with the chains. Her leg manacles remained, but her wrist cuffs and their joining chain was removed.
“Come,” Tasaril ordered, attaching a leash to the collar and pulling Eyrecae away.
The Empress was sitting at a table dressed in a fine silk robe, her wife sitting beside her, while at her feet was yet another naked and bound slave.
How many does she have?, Eyrecae wondered in amazement. That slave was licking her Mistress’ leg lasciviously.
“Ah, Eyrecae. Good morning.”
“Morning, Lord.”
Calistanae looked at her sternly. “No. Angels, punish her.”
Tasaril held Eyrecae still while her sword-sister used her shock gauntlet to deliver jolts into their captive.
When Eyrecae had been zapped the third time and was struggling desperately, the Empress held up her hand. “I am not Lord now. You are helpless, your body is mine to take and control. What am I?”
“You are my Mistress,” Eyrecae admitted. The Empress had to be humoured, as she was paying her the massive sum each day.
“Good. I sense that you are stubborn and free willed still. That will not continue. Though I like your spirit, I do like nice tame girls like Sapphire here.” She caressed the human who was licking her. “You have to be broken in. Today my wife will supervise your punishment. Tomorrow you will train me as a Sciian, and it will be a day where you are not owned by me. The day after you are free to do as you wish outside the palace. When you return though to this building, you must wear my collar again, or our arrangement is ended.”
Eyrecae nodded. “What am I being punished for, Mistress?”
“For asking questions you have no right to know the answer of,” Calistanae said with a wicked smirk.
There was silence, and Eyrecae tried to think of a question or comment that would sate her curiosity. “Mistress, will I meet your other slaves?”
“Oh yes. You will meet them very soon, and very personally. Angels of Justice, take her to the dungeons, and do not allow her to come until my wife says she deserves it. Make her scream!”
Varnia rose and pointed back the way they had come, and soon Eyrecae was being dragged away. She fought, but bound as she was, there was nothing she could do. If she was honest, Eyrecae was a little worried about just how much they would think her capable of. She could regenerate mortal wounds in seconds, of course, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel pain.
“Do I get a safe word?” she asked as she was dragged down the stairs to the dungeon.
At first there was no answer, but once they were in the dungeon, Tasaril answered. “You will use the word galith,” she decided. It meant ‘moon’ in Eldarai.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Eyrecae decided.
The Angelii dragged her to a clear area, and Aeothir held her still while her sword-sister went to use some wall mounted controls.
“I’m not sure why you are so paranoid about me escaping. After all, I’m being paid to do this,” she grumbled.
Aeothir clenched her gauntlet over her captive’s left breast and sent a jolt of agony down it.
Eyrecae screamed at the pain and fought, but the Angelii simply pushed her to the floor and put a heavy boot on her neck.
The sound of clanks and chinks could be heard, but the boot forced Eyrecae’s gaze away from the fun being prepared for her. Then, suddenly, she was lifted, head and foot across the floor and laid face down. One of the guards held her while another snapped a chain onto her right ankle. Then her legs were unchained and a separate cuff to her left ankle. The two cuffs were not joined, but spread her legs out in an inverted V shape.
Eyrecae was pulled to her feet, but she found it hard to balance with her arms still bound. Therein was a quandary for the guards, for to release her hands would make her able to fight back.
“I’m not going to resist,” she said wearily. “Just so you decide you need a sedative or something.”
The two Eldorai did not answer, but did hear her, for they untied her, while they readied her arm restraints. One for each wrist, making her appear in profile to be an X shape, with wrists and ankles spread wide.
“Thank you,” Tasaril whispered softly as she tied a tight blindfold in place.
“Anything for two such sexy Mistresses,” Eyrecae whispered back.
She didn’t get punished, for she guessed they enjoyed the compliment. Still, she felt horribly vulnerable, and even more so when the chastity belt was removed to leave her totally naked.
The door behind her opened, and the sound of footsteps came towards Eyrecae.
“Mistress, we welcome you,” the Angelii said as one.
“Arise, Angels,” Varnia said and walked until she stood behind Eyrecae. “By my reckoning it is ten in the morning. That means we have at least seven hours to play. Won’t that be nice?” she whispered in Eyrecae’s pointed ear. Her hand quested down to her captive’s exposed and clean shaved pussy. Her fingers were gentle, and no woman could resist being aroused by the soft probing.
“I do believe I asked you a question, slave.”
“If you say it will be nice, Mistress,” came the distracted reply.
“Oh, for me it will be. For you…we shall see.” Her hands left Eyrecae’s body and there was silence. “My wife is a great one at breaking even haughty slaves like you, my darling,” Varnia said after a moment. “We are going to hurt you. A lot.” It was a statement of fact, not even a threat. “We will obey your safe word, but we shall expect you to repay our kindness.”
Eyrecae was more than a little tense. She tested the chains, but they felt too strong to break. She guessed she’d test them to the utmost before the seven hours of pain had passed.
“Whip her back and ass,” Varnia ordered.
There was a tense silence, and then the first whip, much harsher than the one the day before, slashed home. Eyrecae struggled, biting back a cry.
“So it is true…you do heal so fast that we are left to wonder,” Varnia mused. “Harder, Angels! We must make her wish she never had this gift.”
“Wait, no!” Eyrecae shouted desperately.
“A problem, slave? Why have you not addressed me correctly?”
“I don’t want-,” she began.
One gauntlet yanked her white hair back and held her mouth open while the other shoved a gag in. A wad of cloth was shoved in and harsh tape covered her lips so barely any sound could emerge.
“What you want is irrelevant. Whip her!” Varnia shouted.
Eyrecae tried not to cry, but it was hard. Trapped by the chains, she could only bite on the gag. Her fangs pierced it and cut into her lower gums, but this was a distraction from the whipping. Ten, twenty, thirty strokes, tireless and sharp sliced home on her, and she screamed into the gag, stamped her foot and wrenched with all her strength.
Nothing she could do could end it, but she could hear in between cracks a moaning sound. Eyrecae guessed it was Varnia pleasing herself by watching her captive’s torment. A final sigh was what finally stopped the beating. “Enough, Angels,” Varnia said hoarsely.
Eyrecae’s back and ass were covered in a sheen of blood, but the wounds were already healed. It hurt, but the pain faded only a little slower than the wounds.
“You are tough, little slave…and so adorable to see screaming. But this wasn’t testing you, was it? Be honest.”
Eyrecae was trapped. If she admitted it was easy then they’d do something far more painful, but if she said it was hard she’d be lying, and probably punished anyway. She shook her head.
“Good slut…honest slut…and what’s this?” she asked, her finger caressing Eyrecae’s pussy. It was wet, almost dripping. “You little slut. You enjoyed a whipping that would have sent most people into a screaming wreck!”
Eyrecae couldn’t answer, and so stayed silent. She felt aroused now, as she always did when she was hurt that way.
Varnia chuckled in a cruel way and her hands left Eyrecae again. “Well, that didn’t take more than half hour. What shall we do next? Ah yes. Tasaril, get the braziers and the branding irons.”
Eyrecae’s eyes in the blindfold widened and she shook her head desperately. She clicked her fingers, but she could here the clink of a metal object being set down, and the heat on her front as it was lit.
“You know the marks will not stay, slave. So what are you complaining about?” Varnia asked in the tone of a stern mother.
Eyrecae wanted to say ‘I don’t know, perhaps it’s the intense agony?’, but she was fortunately gagged. She shook her head again.
“What’s this, the great Dark Star can’t even handle a little touch of heat? I’m not going to do it on anywhere too sensitive,” she added.
Unable to resist, but with her pride aroused to the challenge, Eyrecae accepted and nodded.
She could only feel the heat of the metal as it neared her, and though she struggled, she could not escape. The burning iron touched her. Instantly she sagged and her breath caught. Then Eyrecae screamed a sobbing cry of agony only partly held by the gag. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air, but already the pain on her ass was lessening slowly. Burns hurt for longer than other wounds, and it was a minute before she could stand properly.
“That wasn’t so terrible, was it?” Varnia said behind her. Now, we’re going to play a nice game. It’s called ‘a rock and a hard place’. Would you rather ten whip strokes or one touch of the brand? Look left for the first, and right for the second.”
Eyrecae quickly looked left, hoping it wasn’t a trick.
“So be it. Whip her inside thighs.”
The Ulharii knew how much it would hurt, but even that didn’t prepare her for the stinging as five whip cuts to each thigh cut into her.
“Enjoy that? I did,” Varnia informed her. “I’m almost ready for my dear Angels to pleasure me. Not quite yet though. I wonder how you’ll take a brand to the nipple?”
Eyrecae wrenched at her bonds and shook her head.
“You want it, don’t lie. In fact, you’re going to agree to it. Nod when you want me to brand your nipples?” she ordered.
Her slave shook her head defiantly. That pain would be too much even for her, she reckoned.
“Whip her front, and don’t spare her breasts or cunt. She will agree soon enough.”
The first whip curled around her left breast and rasped a bloody mark there, making the Ulharii cry in pain.
“Pain is so wonderful to watch. Continue, my Angels.”
The whips cut in, and Eyrecae defiantly stayed stubborn until one expert lash struck her pussy. This scream was higher than any she had given so far, and she nodded rapidly and quickly. It had hurt enough to make her cry, which was painful indeed.
“You see? Everyone has their price. Put the screws on her nipples.”
Eyrecae soon felt her breasts being held, and then there was pain as something like a clamp was tightened on until it hurt.
Now, through the darkness of her blindfold she could see a point of light as the brand advanced. She tried to turn away, but one of the Angelii forced her to be still.
The pain was enough to blank Eyrecae out. Her scream trailed off and her dead slumped forward. Soon she was conscious again, and feeling very unhappy.
A voice close to her ear, Varnia’s was much softer and nicer. “You are a diamond indeed, slave. Accept this pleasure.”
Eyrecae nodded. She felt like release such as rarely before. Even the branding was arousing to her, but it was all just pent up frustration without something to touch her clit..
Hands moved over her hips and something was tightly tied up against her crotch. A switch was flicked and it buzzed and sung an erotic music to her body. Eyrecae arched her back and ground her hips forward, feeling her arousal rise higher and higher. She was desperate for release, for she had had almost two days of arousal but no outlet. Desperately, she funnelled her arousal into making this orgasm the best in many years.
With a moaning cry she crested the wave and let out a long, wailing sigh into the gag. She barely felt the gag being removed, and she only just recovered in time for the gag to be removed.
“What do you say, slave?”
“Thank you, Mistress!” Eyrecae replied happily. She was still in a happy place from the intense power of the orgasm.
“I think one good turn deserves another. I do something for you, you do something for me.”
“What do you wish of me, Mistress?” Eyrecae asked.
“Don’t go anywhere…and scream for me.”
Before she could reply, things were being stuck onto Eyrecae’s breasts, stomach and around her pussy. She didn’t understand, but then the first zap tore into her and she whimpered. Without even so much as a gag to bite on, there was nothing to prevent the electrodes shocking her.
Though she was well distracted by her own pain, she could hear moans coming from nearby, and she guessed Varnia and the two guards were enjoying her discomfit.
Eyrecae hadn’t meant to scream, but when the electrode on her clit zapped her, she couldn’t contain it. It burst out, and her struggles and cries only made the sounds of her captor’s more aroused.
She didn’t know how long had passed, for the shocks were not even, but it must have been at least ten minutes before they stopped, and a hand caressed her body again.
“I do believe I shall enjoy having you as my slave. You make me come hard. Seeing you scream is indeed fun. You know what else? We still have six hours of fun left!”
Eyrecae swallowed nervously. “Yes, Mistress.”
“I long to make you pleasure me, and you will, you have no choice, but not yet. Angels, stretch her.”
At first it was barely noticeable, but soon her feet left the floor and her arms stretched up taut. Eyrecae was now suspended totally in air, racked by her chains, but not painfully yet. They didn’t want to hurt her to the point that she had broken bones, only to show her who controlled her.
“I have work to do. Angels, get the chair and put her on it. I shall return in an hour, and I expect her to be ready for her next punishment. You may play with her until then.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” they chorused, and then the door was closed.
Eyrecae did not, and could not resist as they lowered her to the ground and undid her wrists. They bound them tight behind her back again with rope. Her ankles and knees were also bound with rope though, and the cursed chastity belt was locked on.
The Angelii dragged her, still blindfolded, over the floor and then removed the cloth over her eyes. One of them was already stripping, while the other knelt behind Eyrecae and held her still.
Finally, Tasaril, who had gone second the day before spread her legs and Eyrecae was pushed forward. This time it was different though; the two Eldorai were more demanding, and punished her if they thought she lagged. And so Eyrecae accepted the prize before her and licked it, first starting with the area around the labia, and then going deeper, before finally going for the clitoris.
With a final sigh, Tasaril pushed the slave away. She did not move to get dressed though, and smiled. “Sister, perhaps we should enjoy this slave a little more? I will fetch a bowl of water, and something to pleasure us.”
Aeothir seemed to understand, for she eagerly forced Eyrecae over to a low bench and played with her captive’s body to arouse her. Soon, the naked Angelii was back holding a wide bowl of water and a thick strap on dildo.
The bowl was set down, and Eyrecae’s head was dunked into it and held, despite the feeble struggles. Eventually Eyrecae was pulled loose and held dripping and spluttering to the bench.
Tasaril reappeared, redressed in her armour and took over dunking her helpless slave’s head into the water until Eyrecae’s lungs were burning. She was pulled out and dumped to the floor. Unable to get up easily because of her bonds, Eyrecae got her breath back weakly on the ground.
Hands bent Eyrecae over the bench while in her peripheral vision she saw Aeothir now naked and wearing a smile as she advanced with the dildo. The end of it was shoved into Eyrecae’s mouth and tied in place, then the Eldorai spread her legs on the bench, and Tasaril took hold of their slave’s hair.
With a thrust, Eyrecae’s head was forced forward, with the dildo, into Aeothir’s waiting vagina. A moan of pleasure greeted that, and soon Tasaril was forcing Eyrecae into a steady rhythm that aroused and excited the other Angel until she let out a final moan and moved aside.
The gag was pulled out, and Eyrecae was given the job of licking Aeothir’s pussy clean, and when that was done she was dunked a few more times while Aeothir dressed.
‘The chair’ was an immoveable seat designed to restrain a captive totally. Over a dozen steel bands were used to secure a prisoner, and soon the Angelii had Eyrecae restrained and helpless.
Eyrecae was sitting, legs spread apart and secured onto two long boards that kept her from closing her legs, and left her pussy exposed. Her arms were by her side straight down and there secured at wrists and below the shoulder. Each restraint was screwed into place so there was no easy way to escape.
The final screw had been barely tightened when the door opened.
The two Angelii knelt. “Mistress, we have prepared your slave.”
“Good. Slave, escape. You have five minutes to be free. Go.”
Eyrecae knew this was a game she had no hope of beating. She struggled a little, but there was no chance of her getting free in a hundred years, let alone five minutes.
Varnia obviously knew that, but wanted to have some sport anyway, producing a long shock rod and using it to zap her prisoner and make her twitch. Finally, the Empress’ wife bored of the game and ordered the Angelii to return the slave to her cell.
“You will get to know this chair well, slut. Bind her, Angels, and leave her food, then join me. No playing.”
Eyrecae was soon back in her cell, chained as she had been in the morning, and with the cursed chastity belt locked on. One concession was that her wrists were chained in front of her, though still attached to the leg manacles.
Exhausted and horny, she lay back, and she knew it was barely even midday. What they would do to her she had no idea, and no choice but to find out!
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