Thrall of the Warrior Witch

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Sharing

Provincial as they were, the ruling Sister’s quarters at the Governate of Makkan were considerably more comfortable than the command tent. Best of all a sizable library had accrued over the generations, which should come in handy shortly.

Last night’s newest disappointment notwithstanding, the fact that Elia had procured three Americans in a single afternoon was an unprecedented breakthrough. It needed to be investigated, not to mention replicated. That effort would begin immediately, this morning, as soon as the visiting Empress was properly refreshed.

Unlike the bathing basin brought with her command tent, the one built into her rooms here was of finest stonework, the highly polished pink marble veined with black and gold. Deeply oval and ornamented with baroque carvings, it easily accommodated giant Jia and her three attendants with plenty of room for more.

Exquisite oils softened the water.

Thousands of floating flowers perfumed it.

Steam arose in wisps.

The maids sent to bathe her were the loveliest in the governate, and while exalted at the honor earned they were mature enough not to be too nervous. Slowly, sensuously they soaped and scrubbed her every swell and crevice. Their lingering caresses emphasizing the mute offer in their adoring eyes, each subtly competed for her every sigh.

Jia knew she really ought to indulge them.

Servicing the Empress would be an honor they’d cherish forever, and the ruler had responsibilities to those under her, if only to maintain morale among the ranks. The whole reason for this tour was to refresh the imperial presence. And though she’d finally fed well last night on the first American, the experience had been far from optimal. An hour or so of orgasmic thrashing in the bath would help make up for that.

On any other morning Jia might have fitted on a phallus and done the f*****g herself.

Send these tender young lovelies away all limping and whimpering, bruised and amazed at the mistress’ zeal. Let them brag that tale about the garrison!

Mina and Elia would be waiting for her however, with this momentous new development to exploit. The prospect of a ready supply of supremely vital vessels was a lure Jia couldn’t refuse. Finally she decided to compromise.

Swishing all her freshly washed hair around underwater one last time, she let her body float up to the surface and opened all her limbs in invitation.

The Empress didn’t even need to beckon. In a second she was cradling a naked maid in each arm while the luckiest appeared between her legs. Together they supported her, one stroking, squeezing and suckling each big slippery breast while the third turned her oral enthusiasm loose on the great mistress’ pink-petaled blossom.

Jia gasped and quaked and rode the waves of pleasure like the silky hot medium suspending her. Within minutes she was bucking and ejaculating, crying out ecstatic praise her maids would no doubt take to the grave. As soon as the contractions lapsed however Jia pulled herself back to the side of the tub and got her still faintly quivering legs back under her. To the maids’ timid dismay that no orgy in the offing accused them, she smiled reassuringly.

“That was sublime, my darlings. You bring pride to your calling. Great matters await though. Come, let us finish my hygiene. Make me as lovely as you three.”

Soon they were cooing ebulliently as they dried her, rubbed her body with lotions and brushed her hair. Jia sat while her feet were pored over and slipped into sandals, and a maid fitted the gold fillet of her office over her forehead. Upon standing they helped her into her black silk First Practitioner’s robe, richly brocaded in scarlet and gold.

Her own maids at home couldn’t have performed more flawlessly. Dismissing each with kisses that had them beaming through weeping, Jia left the inner apartments behind. Emerging from a hallway into a comfortable consulting room normally used by the displaced garrison commander for private meetings with close subordinates or important visitors, she found both of her own in attendance. Seated in soft armchairs about a low table, Mina and Elia (the latter still in her white Acolyte robe, her feet curled up under her), sat sipping glasses of spiced cider.

This was a local specialty. With servants ordered beyond earshot, Jia poured a glass for herself from the decanter. Formality or any greetings indeed were superfluous between her and Mina. And though this was her first time welcomed into the Empress’ semi-exclusive presence, Elia picked up on this preference easily. Both remained seated and silent as their sovereign took her own chair.

On the table sat a Seer’s stone, a large gypsum crystal worn by one witch in order to share her visions with others, and to draw upon their strength in return. No doubt this was the one Elia had recently worn for the first time. Despite her unprecedented success, Jia knew the experience could be overwhelming to the initiate. Prepared to be as forbearing as with her awed and fawning maids, she opened their meeting with well-earned praise.

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“I am deep in your debt, Sister Elia.

“Though the ceremony lies ahead yet, let me be the first to call you that. We are Sisters. Other ranks aside, you have equal status with your Empress in that.

“Every adept of the Sisterhood of the Oculus shares a bond of unavoidable honesty, one that guarantees that equality. And adolescent though you are, I think we can all agree that no mere Acolyte could have achieved your feats yesterday. Not even Mina or I could try without disregarding everything else in the realm. So I thank you, from the bottom of my endless need. These Americans can be potent beyond compare for me.”

“The great mistress honors me beyond excuse.”

The girl dropped those extraordinary eyes, pulling into a smaller ball on her seat. Jia was about to demur when Mina picked up on her qualification.

“They ‘can be’ potent beyond compare. These thralls are not ideal so far, are they? Once again they just haven’t the temperament. I may have erred in sending you the cowardly fat one first. Despite all that extra flesh I sense him seriously deficient in eros if not anima as well. Again, hardly worth the effort to bring the pig through.”

“I will be the judge of that,” reminded Jia, using a finger to nudge her fillet. “And still the remarkable accomplishment stands. Our pearly Sister here is an amazement and a treasure, and a budding prodigy to nurture with eager hope. She may have the talent to make armies unnecessary someday. I would be honored and glad to be supplanted by her so.”

Jia smiled more encouragement at the shy child a fraction her size. Elia relaxed enough to smile back and sip her cider. Mina wouldn’t let it go though.

“Tell us about this latest thrall, mistress. What was the reaction of the fat one? Something curious may be at work, something contrary to the ordinary. It might give us a place to start figuring these mysteries out.”

Hesitating, Jia sat back and sipped some cider herself.

She wasn’t concerned about undermining the girl’s accomplishment, or revealing details of what went on during draining. It was all the kids had talked about when she was an Acolyte too. She just didn’t want to dwell on lingering frustrations after such a positive development. Mina must have seen something important though, so Jia sighed and described the previous night’s unsatisfactory feeding.

‘You were right. This one is all flesh with little inner energy. His endurance for torture is less than that of a child. He swoons at the first taste of pain. Terror is his only consistent state. He must be force-fed potions to gain any erection and even under expert, relentless stimulation he feels no arousal.

“Engaging in either form of intercourse was unfortunately pointless and beneath me – although as usual I enjoyed the richest exudations while the Afflicters buggered the bawling and squalling hog. After that it took several spells of suggestion to convince him he was somewhere else. Losing his virginity to a street girl was the only memory we could tap. Finally after endless furious effort Kala and Pell got him to ejaculate into me. But it was only by choking the puling thrall almost beyond recall.”

Jia shook her head, contemptuously remembering.

“And extraordinarily rich and potent as the seed was, and for as long as I managed to sustain the orgasmic spasms, climaxing was nothing more than a joyless reflex for the pathetic pig. Absurdly well-fed as he is, this one has less passion in him than one of our own slaves. I doubt he will manage to ejaculate even one more time, no matter how badly we blind his mind with erotic illusions.

“Still the thrall remains plump enough for a few more drainings. And the anima of these Americans, even when scanty, has an unrivalled potency, just like their seed. One day we must truly learn why this is so. For now though it is enough to have claimed three fresh vessels and to have the path opened to potentially many more. That is the overriding issue here. So how does all this fit in with your ‘contrary knowledge’ Mina?”

The Second Practitioner tucked back an errant lock of hair.

“It doesn’t unfortunately. It’s the smallest of the new thralls that interests me. He represents an intriguing anomaly. I couldn’t figure how or why Elia isolated on him. Too tiny and skinny, though his member is respectable enough. However, Nala reported seeing that member swelling.

“The thrall displayed unmistakable carnal arousal in her presence. Nor does he weep or reek of fear like the others. He hasn’t become dissociated or lost his mind as outworlders often do. I suspect that puny body harbors more eros and anima than the other two men put together. It makes little sense, but you will be the one to judge.”

“He is very rare.”

Elia’s first contribution in council was little more than a whisper. Jia eagerly drew her out.

“Rare how, Elia? Is it in the breeding, like with you?”

“No, mistress. He differs that way no more than any other human. But something about him drew me like a lodestone. The others were very difficult to differentiate. He was not. Why this might be, I cannot imagine. But like Second Practitioner Mina says, I believe he will prove the most fruitful for you.”

Jia was intrigued.

Pig-males were unappealing sexually regardless of how those ample reserves of energy could be tapped along with their eros and anima. Tiny or not it would be beyond overdue to bed a man remotely worthy of her for a change.

“Well, I shall postpone the pleasure then. Leave him until last as you had planned. And once again you will have my unbounded gratitude, whether you two are correct in your assessment or not. But for now let us go over the captures carefully again, in more detail. This was your first time wearing the Seer’s Stone, Elia. How did it go?”

Animation filled the girl’s face at last. She almost began to babble.

Jia and Mina both listened with a trace of affectionate indulgence as Elia recalled an experience no less compelling for them despite its familiarity. Serving as the primary eye with the power of the Conclave behind you was about as exhilarating as it could get – feeding on an attractive willing male aside. At last the girl got past the initial rush to describe more nuanced perceptions.

“It wasn’t like sharing the view from support at all. I could see clearer and further by far than ever before. I saw not only the Urganthers across the Sea of Cyclones but the Wheeled Ones beyond, and vast jungles where humans still live without glass or metal.

“Forgive me, Empress, I fear I dallied. There was so much to see! Snakes as long as trees, predatory birds the size of yourself and incredible creatures extinct here for eons, like elephants, aurochs and knife-toothed cats. Finally Second Practitioner Mina had to goad me to go beyond this world. Of course when I did…Oh Empress you know how it is: all of infinity opened itself up to me!

“Worlds upon worlds spun before the eye of my mind like cards being shuffled from an endless deck. I could feel Mina guiding me, searching for the reality these particularly potent others call their own. Yet she and the other Sisters will confirm that I did not need this. I felt the way forward worn before me both by you two and many others previous. I sent my sight hurtling into the world of the Americans and I saw all of the appalling things reported to me.”