Slave to the Empire
Rogue 3
Kieron sat at the main table in the library, several tomes scattered
around him as he researched a project for the Lady Inquisitor Hallia. It was in
truth a meaningless project, designed nothing more than to test his knowledge
and research skills. For the past weeks it has been the same routine. The Lady
Inquisitor would 'gift' him to one of the human Inquisitors for the night,
followed by some kind of whipping or flogging, then sex, then waking up in his
chambers to start the process again of getting up, reporting for breakfast,
taking lessons in etiquette and protocol, obedience training, a light lunch,
more training, research project for the Lady Inquisitor, then report to her with
his findings and then dinner. He set down the quill pen and rubbed his eyes.
So far this project has been nothing more than a glorified geography lesson. He
had already done many such projects detailing the state of the Seven Realms, the
Free States, the Island Republics, and the Empire. He glanced about him
discreetly, before pulling out a copy on the history of the Imperial Government.
He ignored the treatises on the bureaucracy, instead skipping to the scant pages
on the Imperial Inquisition.
The Inquisition, he read, was not concerned with the religious matters
of the Empire. The individual religions looked after the spirituality of their
prospective flocks. No, the Inquisition was more of an intelligence gathering
organization, with broad powers in dealing with the other kingdoms and realms of
the world. They also oversaw the internal security of the Empire, which
fortunately very few instances of treason or espionage were detected and
eliminated. There was something going on here. Something that he wasn't
seeing. He closed the book in frustration, leaned back and rubbed his eyes. He
stared at the fresco on the ceiling of the library. It was a very painstaking
detailed piece portraying the last battle of the first Empress and her followers
against the hordes of what is now Iceholme. All of the Great Houses of the
Empire had Heroines in that battle, and many of the Empire's greatest Ministries
also came about in that battle. Kayla Dragon-Wing of House Draconis,
Dragonriders all; Murelle the Shadow Knife, Lady of the Nightfall Clan; Hallia
of the Mind, Mistress of the Psyche; Giselle of the-
He sat up abruptly. Hallia of the Mind. He stood up, knocking over his
chair and moved quickly to the wall of Imperial sciences. Two
Inquisitor-trainees also stood, their eyes dark at the interruption of their
studies. Kieron ignored them as he tracked down the only book in the library on
the mental disciplines. He prayed he was wrong. He wasn't. To become and
Inquisitor, it required a mastery of the Mental Disciplines, a mastery of one's
innate psionic abilities. The Inquisitors had messed with his mind. He slumped
down to the floor, stunned. Quietly he closed the book and replaced it, slowly
standing and returning to his seat. He replaced the chair to its proper
position before presenting himself to the two trainees.
"Please forgive my outburst, it was rude and uncalled for."
The two elves nodded solemnly and return to their work. He bowed
respectfully before retreating, then gathered his materials and replaced the
books, not giving the fresco a second look before returning to his room. He sat
down wearily on the bed, wondering how he could have been so blind. Cursing
himself for his feelings. Were they real? Or were they nothing more than an
implanted idea? He rose after a moments rest, knowing that he would have to
confront the Lady Inquisitor. Right now he didn't care what she would do to him
for his imputiance. Yes, he thought. I would go to her directly, and damn the
consequences.
There were no guards present at the entrance to her office, nor was
there any kind of secretary or door person to greet or announce. He steeled
himself and pushed the door open. The office of the Lady Inquisitor was quite
tasteful, but dimly lit. In the shadows he could make out arms and armor that
decorated the walls, marble statues at opposite ends of the huge fireplace. A
pair of oil lamps sat on the massive oak desk, which was cluttered with papers
and documents. He moved silently into the room, his eyes searching the dimness
for any sign of traps or alarms. It was a dangerous endeavor he was
undertaking. One that could very well get him executed, or worse. The desk
itself was old enough to fetch a small fortune in any major city. He didn't
touch anything on the desk, just looked. All of the papers were in an archaic
form of Elvish, but not High Elvish. He scanned the walls, searching for any
discrepancies that might reveal a secret passage. A chill raced down his spine.
He whirled around to face...an empty room. There was no one here. He crossed
behind her desk and sat wearily into her chair. He shifted uncomfortably for a
moment, something sharp digging into his lower back.
"It HAS been a while since I had a young man sit in my lap."
He surged out of the chair, only to be brought up short with a hand
firmly entwined in his hair. He struggled against the grip as another arm
wrapped itself around his waist. He relaxed instantly, trying to calm his fear.
"I TRUST there is an excellent reason for you to invade my office?"
Hallia asked, her voice hard. "Speak boy, before I have you whipped."
"You lied to me."
"Oh?"
"You have been playing with my mind, controlling me."
"Have I?"
"Don't deny it!" He shouted, the tears standing in his eyes.
"Everything here is a lie."
"Ah. So you deny that you have enjoyed the exquisite pleasures of being
spanked, and whipped, and cropped?" Her hand strayed to his groin, where she
stroked his erection. "And this?"
"You are doing that."
"On the contrary, I do nothing that you yourself do not want done. You
want this life. You want to be punished. You feel guilt at the things you have
done in the past, the desires and wants you have experienced." She stood,
taking him to a standing position with her, but not releasing him. "All your
life you have sought to belong. A place where you can fit in and be yourself."
She turns him to face her, releasing his hair to take hold of the ring in the
front of his collar. "You didn't fight us when we took you, claimed you as one
of us." Her face was inches from his, her eyes a burning red in the darkness.
He backed away from her, bumping into the desk. She followed,
maintaining her contact with his body. He was caught in a dilemma, whether or
not to fight, to strike out. The scent of her body was very intoxicating, and
she appeared to make no other move other than to keep him off balance.
"Stay away." He said weakly, seeking an avenue of escape. He avoided
her eyes.
"You belong to me." She stated. "You are MY property. You have no
authority to tell ME what to do boy." Her tone wasn't an angry one, but very
close to it.
"Submit." She said.
Kieron pushed her away, flipping back over the desk and backing towards
the door. Her eyes were mere slits. With a wave the desk slid out of her way,
nothing disturbed on it, and she advanced. With her right hand she formed a
fist and jabbed it forward. Kieron fell to his knees, clutching his stomach.
With her left she formed a claw and lifted it to eye level, and Kieron rose off
the ground, an invisible hand encircling his throat. He thrashed vainly, Hallia
watching from across the room.
"Submit." She repeated, releasing her hold.
Kieron fell to the floor, coughing. He surveyed his options, taking the
moment to catch his breath. He couldn't just think a plan through; she would
pick it out of his thoughts with ease. He rolled to the right, his hand coming
to rest on one of the hilts of the many swords that the room held. He paused.
Drawing a weapon here even in self defense upped the ante in terms of violence.
If she truly was the Hallia that fought in the Great War a thousand years ago,
there was nothing that he could do that could break her defense in the way of
arms. Her expression never faltered as she held out her right hand parallel to
the ground. The air tasted of ozone as the tip of a sword appeared to emerge
from her palm, slowly sliding out until the hilt was firmly in her grasp. The
blade seemed to hum with an unholy life. He released the hilt and backed away
from all weapon slowly. She released the sword and it disappeared to where ever
she kept it, and he skipped forward to deliver a front kick. She blocked with a
forearm, her free hand quickly darting forward to palm strike him in his chest.
He gasped for air and dodged back out of range. He recovered moments later to
launch himself at her in a charge, head down, arms spread to tackle her. She
merely sidestepped his attack, pausing only briefly to bring her knee up to meet
his on rushing head. The resulting effect was much akin to two large marble
balls colliding. He fell into a shapeless heap, weeping openly. She stepped
back to give him some space, unsympathetic to his emotional state. He lashed
out again, only to have his arm trapped by her foot.
"Submit" She said more gently. "I don't want to hurt you any more than
I have to."
"Why?" He croaked.
"Why what? Why you? Why me? Why you are being so stubborn? Why are
you acting like a foolish child? Why are you forcing me to punish you?"
She kneeled down on the balls of her feet, releasing his arm. "You were
born for this life. You are where you are supposed to be. You are EXACTLY
where you need to be." She stood. The door opened to reveal a pair of
Inquisitors, each bearing several chains and manacles.
"Take him to my personal chambers below. I will see to him shortly."
She paused. "Make sure he is quite secure."
Kieron struggled in his restraints. He was bound into a tight spread
eagle position, his wrists encased in soft leather wrapped in steel cuffs,
stretched taut about his head. His ankles were similarly adorned, and his toes
could barely touch the floor. The white collar that proclaimed his status in
the keep lay on the table before him. His hands felt like they were going numb.
He took deep cleansing breaths as he tried to relax; however, this chamber did
nothing to relax him. The room was well lit, despite it being in the dungeons
of the keep, very clean, with many more such devices for inflicting pain
present, than he had previously imagined existed. It was a very sterile
environment, cold and unyielding. He heard the door open behind him, then
close. He closed his eyes at what was coming.
"Look at me." Hallia commanded. Kieron opened his eyes to look at his
owner. She was dressed not in white, but the deepest black. It was hard to
tell where the leather and steel ended, and the woman began. She wore a corset
with many straps and buckles on it, followed by a simple black skirt with the
slits over each thigh. Her legs were encased in thigh high boots with a seven
inch steel spiked heel. Her arms were bare, revealing well manicured nails
painted the color of her eyes. Her snow white hair was unbound and loose, her
expression was, to say the least, disappointed.
"I am going to have to hurt you now." She spoke, her fingers stroking
his nipples. "I had hoped that you would have proven more sensible in your
training, but I see that your human frailties have gotten the better of you."
Her eyes met his. "This will be painful I assure you. I cannot have you run
amok without paying some kind of penance. The other Inquisitors would not stand
for it, and rightly so." She kissed him lightly on the lips. Then produced a
ball gag. "Open your mouth pet." She whispered.
Kieron obeyed and the gag was locked in place. She took a vicious whip
down from the wall and held it before him It was at least six feet long, with
the end of the whip separated into many strands. Along the whip glinted the
hint of metal imbedded into the leather. The whip looked well used. She looped
it and hung it around his neck.
"This is a Blood Kiss Whip. It is designed for maximum efficiency as well
as maximum pain. It can flay a person of his skin, or leave irritating welts
depending upon the wielder. Do not tempt me to use it on you. You will not
enjoy it."
She slid a blindfold over his eyes and tightened it.
"Take your punishment like a good slave," She whispered into his ear.
His nostrils flared as he sucked in the air, the sweat starting to give his nude
body a sheen. He could only wait for it to begin.
Hallia let her fingers trail across his taut form. He was definitely an
attractive man, the marks and wounds of the past erased from the tapestry of his
flesh, leaving only a pure canvas from which to work. She sighed to herself.
In all her years as head of her Order, she had never met such a stubborn human.
She had trained thousands of males in her time, but this one was special. His
own birth was unique in many respects, as was his mother. She would not enjoy
punishing him, but she would do it.
"I had hoped that our first time together would have been under
more...pleasurable conditions." She whispered into his ear again. He felt
something being wrapped around his scrotum, very tightly. He moaned into the
gag as weights were added, pulling his testicles down and making his erection
stand out. Something gripped his shaft and jerked it harshly, repeatedly. He
tried to pull away from the painful friction, but the chains held him firmly.
He shook his head as the pain and pleasure of it fought in his head, the
stimulus building until it came to the breaking point. The orgasm was pulled
out of his body forcibly, and he screamed behind the leather gag, the hand
roughly manipulating and kneading his penis until it was limp.
"I think I'll leave your mess for you to clean up with your tongue later."
She spoke aloud. "Without your essence in you, you are more vulnerable to the
pain."
He felt her hand tightly bind his penis using his piercings, followed by
something encasing his entire genital region. There was silence that stretched
on for what seemed to be an eternity, the ache in his testicles and penis the
only sensations he received.
Hallia picked up the cane and flexed it experimentally. Normally she
preferred to start out light with a paddle; however, she reminded herself that
his was punishment, not pleasure. She rubbed his ass cheeks with her free hand
measuring the warms and preparing her target. She held the cane millimeters
from her target zone, a steady line of thin rattan. Within the space of a
heartbeat she reeled back and laid a stroke across his ass. She rested a hand
on his shoulder as he screamed and tried to get away. She laid a second line
right above the first, then a third, then a fourth, until his ass was stripped
from his lower back to the tops of his thighs. He was crying when she stopped,
her hand feeling the ridges of the welts. His skin was unbroken, but well
marked. She placed the cane on a table with other items that required cleaning,
and then pulled down a pair of heavy floggers. She held one in each hand and
tilted her head, studying her target zone. With precision of experience she
began swinging both in unison, her eyes never wavering from his upper back. She
felt him shudder through the contact of the floggers, the heavy leather
immediately leaving angry red blotches on his skin. Blood raced to the surface
of his skin, shifting from red to an evil purple. She felt rage, anger at his
betrayal of her plans for him, for forcing her to do this to him. She flung the
floggers away from her, both of them clattering against the walls behind her.
Her lips curled back into a snarl as she raised her power. She knew in her
heart that she could very well kill him. She took a glass of water from the
side table, drained it, then set it down quietly. Her heart calmed as she
stared at him. Her power flowed across her skin, the strength of it warmed her
as she crossed to his back, her hand only inches away from his back. She traced
a line down his back to his ass with a finger, in its wake an evil red welt
rose. Several times she did this, until his screams ended in a shuddering
breath. She stopped, extending her power over him until she was sure that he
was still breathing. She looked up at her council, a representative of each
race stood in attendance over Kieron's punishment. All nodded in approval, then
silently filed out.
Kieron woke, his back and ass screamed in protest. He took deep cleansing
breaths to try to center himself and clear his head. Something cool was lain
across his wounds, and he turned his head to see Lady Hallia tending to his
wounds. He blinked. He was not in his rooms. The bed was huge, spacious,
covered in the softest furs and leathers. The room was just as large as the
bed, with a huge vaulted ceiling. It was lightly decorated, however, there were
more pieces of furniture dedicated to the bondage arts that there were regular
chairs or tables. Torches were spaced evenly along the walls, with a large
roaring fireplace illuminating the room.
"Remain still." She ordered. "You are still recovering from your
punishment."
"Do you always do this?"
"Do what?"
"Sit with those you have punished."
She smiles wryly. "Normally I spend some quality time with my pets after
play. It is not often that I am forced to severely punish a pet so soon after
his claiming. Normally it takes a couple of months before I am forced to take
some kind of action."
He felt her apply some kind of balm to his back. His skin cooled quickly
under her healing touch, but she did not do anything to alleviate the dull ache.
He wanted badly to just speak with her normally, but was afraid to.
"You have questions." She stated, then laughed at his look of fear. "No,
I don't have to read your mind to know what you are thinking. Your body screams
your intent and desires more loudly than your thoughts. Be not afraid to ask
questions. The worst that could happen is that I would spank you for
impertinence." She massaged his shoulders gently.
"Have you been controlling my mind?"
She paused. "No. You are a slave, and I don't waste my precious energy
spending time reading the minds of slaves, particularly one I own." Hallia
resumed the massage. "And to put your fears to rest, no one here at the
Motherhouse has been inside your mind. In fact, I have received a complaint or
two that you have been thinking 'too loud' and disrupting their studies."
Kieron digested her words. He never really thought of himself as a
nuisance, nor did he really think anything about it. Could it have been true?
Were all his feelings and thoughts since being captured truly his own?
Hallia rested her hands on his lower back.
"It isn't an easy life you have been brought to. Nor will it get any
easier. By my right as head of my order allowed me to purchase you when you
were brought in out of my personal funds. You belong solely to me. I have
loaned you to those human Inquisitors who wish to have children sired by you."
Kieron started to get up, but was held firm. "Wha-"
She placed a finger on his lips. "Shhhh." The bed creaked as she stood
up. "Don't say anything. You have in you a very old and noble bloodline, one
that must be preserved. Many of my younger sisters have expressed an interest
in having a child. I offered your services to sire those children. I have,"
She returned to the bed with a goblet. "Received interest by some of the Moon
Elf Inquisitors in acquiring your services as well." She sipped from the
goblet, then offered it to Kieron, who raised his head enough for her to allow
him to sip. The potent liquor burned down his throat, causing him to wince as
it settled in his stomach.
"Normally I would have healed you by now, however by my own decree when
I first formed the Inquisition any slave who is punished must heal normally
after being punished." She finished the goblet, set it on the table besides her
bed, then joined the young man on her bed. Her fingers stroked his hair as his
eyes grew clouded. His breathing grew steady; his eyes drooped until he sunk
into sleep.
Hallia stretched out on her bed, taking care not to disturb her pet.
She rose from the bed to sit at her vanity, taking care to brush out her long
silver-white hair. It was a soothing ritual, her eyes occasionally darting to
the slumbering form on her bed. While it was true that he wouldn't be healed by
her or any other Inquisitor, he could take some comfort from the healing balms
that she applied. The wine she gave him would help him sleep and speed healing.
"Is he asleep?"
Hallia turned to the hooded Inquisitor. "You know he is. He will be
asleep for a while. It was a rather potent vintage."
"I do worry about him. Are you sure that you are not rushing things?"
"I am taking as much time as I can with him. His little tantrum this
morning might have proven to be more useful that I had originally thought."
"How so?"
"He is starting to 'wake up'."
"So it did breed true."
"Yes." Hallia continued to brush her hair. "We must be very careful in
what we do now. Things are starting to come together for the others as well."
"And our enemies? What of them?"
"The losses we have suffered these past two years will soon be avenged.
I admit that it was an interesting stroke of magickal science that those fools
in Iceholme had managed to create a device that will detect us, but they made a
serious mistake." She turned to face the hooded Inquisitor. "They made it sex
linked so that it will only detect women."
Kieron woke refreshed. He turned his head to the side, to see the
sleeping form of Lady Inquisitor Hallia snuggled against him, her eyes closed
and breathing regular. One of her arms was possessively draped over his back,
and every time he moved she moved with him, maintaining a constant touch. He
rolled slowly to his side to face her, to take in her alien beauty in her most
vulnerable state. She muttered something in her sleep and moved closer to him;
to his surprise she was nude. He tried not to stare, fearful that she would
awake immediately and become angry with him again. It was hard, not knowing
what to do. A mature human man wakes up in bed nude with one of the most
beautiful women he had ever seen in bed with him. He leaned over to within
inches of her face. Her lips looked so inviting. As if on a dare, he lightly
kissed her on the lips, then pulled back to watch. Her tongue darted out slowly
to lick her lips, and she shifted closer to him yet again. He dared a second
time, letting his lips linger, taking in her exotic taste and smell. Her mouth
opened slightly and returned his kiss. It was awkward for a moment. Kieron had
no clue as to what to do next, his own experiences limited to fumbling
encounters with the willing tavern wench and the Inquisitors of the past weeks.
He wanted to kiss her again, but slowly untangled himself from her embrace. He
stood slowly, wincing to himself at his sore back and ass, his eyes scanning the
room for something to relieve himself in. He spied the toilet off in a small
side room, and slowly made his way to it, only to be brought up short by the
manacle chained to the bed. He tugged it lightly, trying to make as little
noise as possible, examining the locks to see if they could be picked. It was a
lock he was unfamiliar with, something keyed to psionic abilities. The end of
the chain was securely embedded into the heavy frame of the bed. It could be
removed...with an axe or other heavy bladed instrument, but nothing he had at
his current disposal would do. He felt pressure in his bladder build.
Definitely time to use the bathroom. He wondered to himself if Hallia chaining
him to the bed was another form of torment.
"There is a chamber pot by your left foot." A sleepy voice spoke. He
turned to see Hallia leaning on her hand, staring at him. She covered a yawn
with her hand. "Use it and come back to bed."
Kieron blushed as he knelt down next to the pot and began to urinate.
He shook himself once then obediently climbed back onto the bed next to her.
She brushed the hair out of his eyes and rested a hand on his face.
"Turn around." She placed a hand on his back, touching and probing.
Her hand slipped down to feel the raised valleys of the welts on his ass. "Any
pain?"
"Just a dull ache." Kieron replied. "My back feels sore and tight. My
just hurts when I sit."
She scooted closer. "Come here."
Kieron surrendered to her embrace, feeling her arms encircle his chest
and her breasts press into his back. He found it confusing, her attitude
towards him. He secretly wished he could read her mind. It was comforting that
she held him. Only his mother, who died years ago, had such compassion for him.
His stomach felt funny, and he for the moment couldn't think of anything else
but her. Her hands stroked his chest, her fingers lightly playing with the
rings in his nipples. Her lips found the back of his neck, and Kieron leaned
his head forward as her lips traced an area at the junction of his neck and
shoulder. He moaned as her fingers rolled his nipples between them, squeezing
and pinching them, the metal of the rings only intensifying the sensations. Her
teeth scraped his neck, nipping the flesh. He felt his penis harden, one of her
hands sliding down to entrap it in her fist.
"Ah, what do we have here?" She teased. "A hard cock for your
Mistress?"
"Y-yes my Lady." Kieron stammered.
"Mistress." She corrected. "Here in private you are to address me as
Mistress. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
She squeezed him gently. "Good pet." She turned his head to face her,
her lips brushed his once, before parting slightly to kiss him fully. Kieron
matched her movement, parting his own lips slightly to deepen the kiss. Her
tongue teased his lips lightly before penetrating his mouth, exploring. Kieron
blinked as her tongue fondled his own, but submitted to her explorations as her
mouth seemed to press further into his. He started to see spots before his eyes
as she broke the kiss, her own eyes merry with amusement.
"I see I will have to train you to kiss properly. I am surprised none
of your bedmates chose to enlighten you."
"All they wanted was to tease me, then have sex with me."
"I am going to do more than tease and have sex with you." She said.
"By the time I am finished with you, you will be the perfect lover and slave."
In her hands she held his collar. She brought it to his lips and he kissed it
as she smiled. Her hands locked it back around his throat. She pulled him
across her lap, face down. Her hand rested against his ass for a moment before
delivering a sharp smack. Kieron gasped and felt his penis slide between her
thighs, to be trapped between them. She spanked him soundly and smoothly, more
erotically than anything else.
"Humans always have the most colorful asses after a good spanking." She
stated, rubbing the affected area. He felt her fingers part his cheeks and
stroke the dark rosebud of his sphincter. She teased it lightly, pressing her
nail into the soft flesh but not penetrating. A glove and a jar floated into
her outstretched hand and she set them out of his visual range. The glove
appeared again as she showed it to him. It was of the softest deerskin leather,
with many studs along the fingers. The tips of the fingers were ribbed. She
made a great show of putting the glove on and lubricating the index and middle
fingers.
"Relax pet." She rubbed the gel into his ass. He tensed slightly as
one of the fingers teased him. His back arched as she poked gently, a laugh of
pleasure escaping her lips as the finger sunk in up to the knuckle. She eased
the finger in and out for moment.
"My what a greedy ass you have pet. Is it my imagination or is it that
your cock is throbbing?"
Kieron blushed.
The a second finger joined the first, and both slid in and out of his
ass, probing and stroking, the studs and textures sending shockwaves through his
body. Her fingers continued their dance inside of him, and he trembled with the
pleasure of it. It hurt, but it also felt very good. She withdrew her fingers
and removed the glove, easing him over onto his back. Her eyes were full of
lust as she strapped his wrists into cuffs. His ankles were released and she
recuffed them in a position that rolled him up onto his upper back, his legs
above him. She brushed the hair out of her face to stare at him from between
his legs. A large leather dildo was strapped to her crotch and she applied more
lubricant to his opening, his eyes held perfect trust in the first time since
coming here, and her eyes softened at them. Being taken anally was something
not normally done anywhere in the civilized world, but the pleasures it brought
were often abused in violence. She eased the tip of the dildo to his opening.
"I trust you Mistress." He whispered.
A tear echoed the dildo's path as it plunged.
