Slave to the Empire:
The Rogue 2
Kieron closed his eyes and tried to relax. His arms and legs hurt from
the straps, and despite the soft padded leather, so did his abdomen. He heard
the door behind him open, followed by a hand massaging his lower back. The elf
Matron stood before him and touched his hair.
"Well, no welts, cuts, or burns. You must have been quite truthful to
the Inquisitor." She sighed. "Unfortunately, I can't play with you like I want
to." She tweaked his cheek. "You made a good impression on the most violent
and sadistic Inquisitor in the Empress's service."
Inquisitor Hallia? Sadistic? He thought.
She sat in the chair vacated by the Inquisitor. She lit a cigarette and
smoked it quietly, studying the restrained human. There was a sympathetic look
in her eyes.
"Tomorrow you will taken to the Hall of the Magistrix, where your will
judged. If you are fortunate, you will be sold quickly to a kind Mistress. If
you are not, then I expect to see you again very soon." She finished her
cigarette and stood. She motioned with a hand, and a pair of guards unstrapped
him and helped him up.
"Put him in an isolation cell. An Inquisitor will be arriving for him
tomorrow."
Kieron didn't resist as he was led out of the room and down into the
mansion's basement. It was quiet, too quiet. He was pushed gently into a small
alcove, made to crawl into a horizontal shaft. The shaft was padded on all
sides, dark, with very little room to move. His ankles were locked into a set
of stocks, with the stocks being used as the door for the cell. Hands tugged on
his feet, fingernails teased the soles of his feet, and then he was left alone
in the silent dark.
Kieron blinked at the sunlight. His wrists were bound behind him with
leather straps, a leash attached to the collar around his neck. He kept his
head down, partly to avoid the looks of the city's populous, partly to hide the
blush that spread across his face. It was a difficult morning, being awoken as
the sun was rising by the Inquisitor, allowed a rather short period to clean
himself under their watchful gaze until it was time for a small meal. As he was
finished it was time to leave. The Matron gave him a light kiss on the forehead
with the blessings of her house.
A pair of Inquisitors, one ahead of him, one behind, led him towards the
Hall of the Magistrix. Both Inquisitors wore shapeless white robes that
concealed everything. Only their arms were visible, encased in white leather.
They were not wholly unsympathetic to him, pausing occasionally for him to catch
his breath or to get a drink. An hour later, he was walking nervously up the
steps into the great hall. He was processed by a black robed woman, who then
escorted him to the center of a large circular chamber with a raised padded
platform with several straps dangling from it. He was made to kneel, his legs
strapped apart with his wrists strapped to a spike at the back of the platform.
His genitals were placed into a harness which made them seem plump and full,
with the ensemble completed with a blindfold. He closed his eyes and prayed for
it to be over.
A rapping of stone on stone jerked his attention back to reality. He
tenses in his bonds, and then tried to relax.
"Kieron of Aquilia." A raspy voice spoke. "You are charged with
violating the borders of the Imperium, and willful destruction of Imperial
property. What is your plea?"
Kieron took a deep breath. There was no way around any of this.
"Guilty."
"So noted." The voice continued. "Let the record state that the human
has entered a plea of Guilty. Are you ready to receive your sentence?"
"I...I am." Kieron stuttered.
"You will be taken to the main slave pens, where you will sold
immediately to the highest bidder. You will serve in such a fashion for a
period of no longer than five years, followed by a subsequent review of your
case and performance. A satisfactory review will result in your upgrade of
status from slave to bondsman. Serve us well, and you will be treated well.
Thus ends this case."
He was quickly released from his bonds and led back out of the hall and
to a large pavilion like structure a block from the hall. He was quickly handed
over to the Mistress of Slaves and placed in a viewing cubicle, his arms and
legs spread-eagled and a metal harness holding his mouth open for inspection.
He closed his eyes to the poking and prodding by the many people who came by
looking for slaves. His arms and legs ached after a time, and soon he found his
cubicle rotating to place him on display for auction.
"Lot 12334322." The announcer spoke. "Human male, 25 years of age,
excellent physical condition. Five-year service period with Magistrix review.
The bidding starts at 1000 gold marks."
The bidding became fierce. He half listened to the auction, trying to
shut out the fate in store for him. He was let down so that the more
enthusiastic buyers could touch and feel the merchandise. He offered no
resistance to their probing, and knelt obediently before the auctioneer when
ordered.
"I have a bid for 13,000 gold marks from Mistress Amber of House
Draconis. Is there a higher bid? Going once! Going twice!"
"The Inquisition bids twenty thousand gold marks." A familiar voice
echoed through the throng.
"I have a bid for 20,000. Do I have a bid for 20,500? No? Going once!
Going twice! SOLD to the Inquisition for 20,000 gold marks."
Four Inquisitors strode down the isle, four white ghosts amongst a field
of black. They circled the restrained human once, before one of them produced a
set of white leather and steel cuffs. He was quickly retrained into the new
cuffs; the black collar removed and handed to the auctioneer. His wrists were
pulled behind him and locked together, and then he was escorted out. He kept
his eyes down as they left the slave pens, and soon he was loaded onto an
enclosed carriage followed by the four inquisitors. He knelt on the floor as
they took seats surrounding him. They said nothing, but one of them produced a
leather hood and pulled it over his head and sealed it, rendering him blind,
deaf, and dumb. He took deep cleansing breaths through the small tubes inserted
into his nose, trying to relax and quell the growing anxiety. A kind hand
stroked his back, but there was nothing to be said, only silence.
He felt a warm hand encircle his penis and begin to stroke him. There
was only the sensation of the hand, no other sensory input was available, and it
was maddening. The straps around his genitals prevented any full erection, and
did not block the flow of blood, but it made for a very tight fit. The pressure
eased somewhat as the hand withdrew, and he tried to stay conscious as sleep
began to overtake him like a warm blanket engulfing his mind. His head came to
rest on the leg of one of the Inquisitors, but he quickly brought himself back
up to avoid any impropriety. A hand pulled his head back into the lap of the
Inquisitor who he touched, and he surrendered to sleep.
Such a polite young human. One Inquisitor sent to her sisters.
I agree. Another replied. Well worth the price we paid for him.
Are you sure he is the one we are looking for? The third asked.
He is. Inquisitor Hallia replied, stroking the leather encased head
that rested in her lap. He will sire many strong daughters for us, and he will
be very obedient to our desires.
Kieron woke to find himself on a soft palette. The walls were dim, with
small lanterns hanging on opposite ends of the door. He tried to rise, only to
find his wrists and ankles strapped to the palette. The door opened, and a
human woman in a plain frock brought a tray of food in. She said nothing as she
set the food down on a small table besides the palette, and she left just as
silently. A loud click freed his wrists and ankles, and he groggily arose to
examine the meal. It looked and smelled better than found in many taverns in
the Realms. But then again, most of the taverns in the Realms were self serve
kill-it-and-cook-it. He ate quietly, savoring the thick stew and bread before
returning to his palette and lying back down. He was confused by it all. The
actions of the Inquisition did not at all meet with the thousands of rumors
spread in the Realms. The door opened again and a pair of Inquisitors entered.
One of them pointed to the floor at their feet, and Kieron quickly left the
palette and knelt before them. One of them removed their hood and looked at
him.
"Kieron of Aquilia, you will come with us. It is time for your
claiming."
He rose as bid by the two Inquisitors, then led out of the cell and
through a maze of corridors to a high domed chamber. At the center of the
chamber on a platform was a cross like he had seen at the Matrons, only at a
45-degree angle. A circle of Inquisitors surrounded the cross, all silent. A
smoking brazier sat by the cross, as did a covered table. He stumbled slightly,
but the two Inquisitors held him up as he walked to the platform. He was
greeted by another Inquisitor, this one dressed in the same white robes, but
with a black and gold stripe decorating it. She led him to the cross and bade
him lay facedown across it. He closed his eyes as his wrists and ankles were
strapped to it, followed by this waist and thighs. His head hung down between
the two upright sections of the cross. He heard the coals being stirred,
followed by a cloth on the left ass cheek. He began to hyperventilate, his fear
overriding all reason. A hand pressed against his lower back and stroked gently,
and he found his fear receding.
"Take a deep breath." A voice spoke. He obeyed, just as the hot brand
lanced his ass. He opened his mouth to scream, but found his voice gone. The
brand felt like it had been attached for an eternity, but it was removed, the
stench of burnt flesh rising like an offering to the gods. A cool cloth was
applied to the brand and rubbed lightly. He heard the flutter of robes falling,
and he felt a pair of breasts against his back.
"I told you that you would never be alone ever again..."
He closed his eyes as he was released and turned over to be strapped
down face up.
"Look at me." Inquisitor Hallia ordered.
He opened his eyes to stare at the Inquisitor. She was dressed as he
had seen her before, and in the darkness, he could see that the remaining
Inquisitors were dressed in the same fashion.
"I claim you for the Inquisition." She spoke ritually. "You belong to
us, your life, your soul, your seed. You will obey us without question. You
will be as a husband to us. I seal you to us with bonds that can never be
broken." She produced several rings that seemed to be bent open. She placed
one at each nipple, and the rings began to close, threading themselves through
the nipple until they were a solid ring. She kissed him to muffle the shock and
noise he would have made as the rings pierced him. She placed the remaining
rings along his penis and scrotum, and smiled as they sealed. The last item was
brought on a silk pillow. It was a white leather collar with a tag dangling
from it, the emblem of the Inquisition clearly visible. With great care and
respect Hallia took the collar and placed it around his neck. She locked it,
then released him from his bonds and led him to his new Mistresses. They all
gathered around him and held him, touched him, murmured words of ease, and
accepted him. Inquisitor Hallia stood behind him, her arms encircling his torso
as her hands roamed up and down. Tugs on the newly emplaced rings brought a
slight gasp from Kieron, much to the pleasure of those present.
"Sister Katarine," Hallia spoke. "He is yours for the night." She spun
Kieron to face her. "I trust you will be obedient." She warned him.
Kieron nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Hallia gave him a chaste
kiss before attaching the leash to his collar and handing it to the waiting
Inquisitor. The rest of the Inquisitors present smiled and congratulated their
sister on her good fortune.
"Any specific orders my Lady?" Katarine asked, accepting the leash.
"I want is ass untouched. Beyond that, you may...indulge yourself."
Katarine's smile was radiant. "Thank you my Lady."
A tug on his leash brought Kieron back to the present, leading him away
from the gathering down one of the finer halls of the keep. He kept his eyes on
the floor as she led him onward, past what appeared to be vast libraries, past
open halls that served as meeting areas, to a set of elaborately carved doors
that led to private chambers of the Inquisitors. The inscriptions on the doors
were in a language unfamiliar to him. They opened silently as Inquisitor
Katarine crossed the threshold. His eyes, downcast as they were, took in the
paths and directions they took. Years of training in the arts of subterfuge,
stealth, and trickery taught him to keep his bearings no matter where he was.
"Here we are." She spoke, opening one of the many doors along the
hallway to usher him into the plush apartments. She attached the leash to a
chair and ran her hands over his form. "I expected more." She sniffed. He
blushed self consciously at her words. True, he was average in all respects,
from his height to his weight, his auburn hair pulled into a loose ponytail that
brushed the back of his neck. His eyes, when unhooded, were a deep blue that
changed with the mood.
Katarine, on the other hand, was radiant in her beauty, resembling more
of a perfect statue rather than a woman. Flawless skin, long dark hair, and
eyes that one could loose themselves in. It all seemed a bit artificial to him,
her appearance, like something was being hidden from him. She gathered a few
items and laid them on the bed, pulling out chains that were hidden and
preparing them before crossing the gulf between them to lead him to the nuptial
bed. There was a slight smile gracing her lips as she pushed him down on to the
bed facedown.
"The Lady Inquisitor Hallia has forbidden me to the pleasure of raping
your ass," She spoke, her finger sliding along the cleft of his ass. "But I am
sure that I will enjoy myself in other ways." He heard her move to the foot of
the bed. "Legs apart slave."
He obeyed, feeling the soft feel of leather encasing each ankle, then
gasped as his legs were wrenched further apart. His wrists followed, and soon
he was restrained spread eagle on the bed. Katarine sat beside him on the bed,
her hands roaming his body. Her fingers traced faint scars that lined his back.
"I am going to hurt you pet." She said, brushing the hair out of his
eyes. His eyes widen at her statement, the light of fear creeping into them.
"Open your mouth." She ordered, her hand retrieving a gag. He hesitated for a
moment, then opened his mouth and accepted the leather ball as she strapped
around his head. A blindfold followed, taking his sight. He fought to keep his
breathing normal as he felt the bed shift as she rose. Time seemed to stretch
out as he waited for whatever she had planned. It was a light tapping, almost a
thud, on his shoulders. At first he thought it was some kind of fan until the
tapping thud became more intense, heavier. He moaned as his skin warmed under
the flogging. It wasn't painful in the least; the rhythmic thud of the whip was
almost relaxing. She paused, her hand stroking his shoulders, feeling the
warmth, before moving the whip down his ass and thighs. She took care to avoid
his lower back and spine, but made up for the missed areas with heavier blows on
his lower torso. As he became used to the warm fuzz of the thud, it changed,
and he cried out into the gag as a line of fire was applied to his ass. A
second line joined the first, followed quickly by a third. Something sharp dug
into the welts that the device left behind, five sharp little daggers that
probed and pinched. Her fingernails.
"My, such a reaction." Her hand reached underneath him to fondle his
penis and tug on the rings. She chuckled at his erection. "Indeed a reaction."
Kieron felt ashamed at his arousal at the whipping, confused at his
emotions.
"Yes, that's it." She whispered, her face close to him. "Submit to
your emotions. You feel ashamed, yes? Embarrassed that your cock is hard as
you are getting whipped? Let go of your shame and fears. Embrace the pleasure
that you feel. It will hurt, yes, but it will also feel good. Pain and
pleasure are twins that never see each other, but are always there."
Kieron focused on the sensations. It hurt, but it did not really hurt.
Something inside had awaked, changed. She continued the whipping, using various
devices and toys to hurt and tease, finally stopping to have him turn over. He
obeyed every order she gave, winching each time she tugged or played with his
new jewelry.
He felt her hand on his penis, stroking and touching, feeling her nails
flick across each ring. Each ring sending a jolt through him, then warm
wetness. He moaned as he fought the feelings, the mingled pain and pleasure.
Her mouth captured one of his nipples and nipped lightly, pulling the ring. He
thrust deeper into her, until he felt he could not contain his release any
longer. He moaned and tossed his head as she laughed at his attempts of
restraint.
"Come inside me pet." She whispered to him. "I want your seed in me."
Lady Inquisitor Hallia paused in her writings, her mind sensing the
union of two souls. She smiled to herself as she resumed her work. The reports
from her agents had been piling up for weeks, and this was the first chance she
had gotten since returning to read over them and make her recommendations. She
paused and leaned back into her chair, resting her arms on soft leather and
closed her eyes. She saw and felt all that had been done to the young man.
Soon, she promised herself. Her eyes opened slowly to look at the other
occupant of the room, a shapeless figure in the black robes of the Nightfall
Clan, the Assassins of the Empire.
"You have your champion." The figure intoned neutrally. "A fine young
man." The figure paused. "Does he know his past? Does he know your
involvement?"
Hallia frowned. "You are a guest in these walls, and many guest rights
have been accorded to you, but I will NOT tolerate any interference in this
matter." She stood and moved around the desk to stand by the figure. "We have
our Rogue. The Dragon Queen has her Ranger, the Tower has her Sorcerer," She
looked at the figure. "And you have your Paladin."
"I will bid you good night then Lady Hallia." The figure bowed
ritually, before melding into the shadows and disappearing from the room.
Hallia fixed herself a glass of wine and drank it down, then shattering the
glass in her hand and she stared into the flames of the fireplace. She silently
cursed the circumstances that brought them all to this, and the parts the males
would have to play in it.
Kieron blinked at the sunlight that streamed into the open room. It was
more spacious and warm than the room he was in this morning. He was not as sore
as he would have thought after last night, and neither was he restrained to the
bed in anyway. He stretched and sat up, partially covering his nudity with the
thin sheets of his bed before spying a set of clothes folded neatly on the
dresser across from the bed. The clothing was of a thin, nearly transparent
linen, white in color, with string ties to keep it clothed. The string ties
also provided quick access to his body. He had just finished tying off the
shirt ties when the door opened to reveal a small child. Kieron blinked, and
shook his head to clear it from sleep as the child was in fact not a child at
all. A Halfling Inquisitor. The small woman was dressed in a loose robe, grey
in color, matching the streaks of grey in her hair.
"You are awake." She stated. "That is good. It saves me the trouble
of having to beat you this morning." She examined him intently. "Make no
mistake human. There are those of us here that to no welcome the disruption you
bring. You will obey every order you are given or you will be punished
severely." Her expression never wavered. "Now follow me." She whirled and
stalked out the room. Kieron followed a respectful distance, his mind slowly
coming to grips with his new status. The Halfling led him through the halls to
the main dining hall where many of the Inquisitors at the keep were present. He
was conscious of the stares by the Inquisitors of other races, looks that were
not entirely hostile, but curiously indifferent. He was presented to the Lady
Inquisitor, who bade him to sit at her feet for breakfast. As breakfast was
being served, he was surprised to see other slaves present, as well as older men
and children that wore more formal, stylized garments. It was strange to see
such normalness in a place that is often referred to in the Realms as the Abyss
of the Empire. He remembered his schooling when he was younger. Aquilia was
perhaps one of the more stable Kingdoms in the Realms. Art and Science were
valued highly in the Realm, however, being sandwiched between two very evil
Realms kept the peoples there on a permanent war footing. Everyone learns how
to defend themselves, some took it further, like Kieron. His parents did not
wholly approve of his 'career' choice, but studying the shadow arts allowed him
to go many places where more 'normal' people could not go. His abilities kept
him alive for several years as he passed through the Dark Realms of Daven and
Orgues.
"Did you think you were the only slave present?" Hallia interrupted his
thoughts. "There are three hundred Inquisitors present here at the Mother House
at any one time. Only about a hundred are human, the rest a mixture of the
other races. Some have their own slaves, or mates. And children are always
present." She set a plate of food down beside him. "You may eat now.
Afterwards you will be taken for instruction and training so that you will
understand what is expected of you. "
Kieron ate quietly. He finished the meal quickly and waited patiently
for his owner to finish. Hallia kelp glancing at him briefly, never saying
anything. She cast a glance at one of the Inquisitors who had finished. The
woman tilted her head at the head Inquisitor before rising slowly and
approaching.
"Kieron, go with Inquisitor Treyelle. She will see to your education."
Hallia ordered. Kieron rose slowly, pausing briefly before bowing respectfully
to Lady Hallia, then taking is place behind the Inquisitor. She snapped a leash
onto his collar and led him from the room. Inquisitor Treyelle was an elf, her
almond eyes dark as she led him down the hall towards the Great Library. There
was a hooded Inquisitor at junction of the hall, and he felt a kinship with the
mysterious woman. He had to be physically reminded of his task as his leash was
jerked harshly. Still, the mysterious Inquisitor lingered. Only a brief
contact, yet, something familiar. Deep inside he knew her.
Who was she?
