Thrall of the Warrior Witch

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

Initiation

The library at Makkan was as good as the Empress remembered.

Brightly lit by fire-dishes that needed only the simplest spells to evoke or adjust, the huge cedar-paneled room was designed to baffle sound as well as vermin. As elegantly appointed and comfortable as the Ruling Sister’s quarters, the only disturbance came from the whisper of turning pages and Jia’s frustrated sighs.

This study was still going nowhere.

After nearly a week of poring through every tome, scroll and memory crystal stored here, it was clear the answers they needed so badly must lie elsewhere. Not even being flush with the energy of the first two new thralls (infuriatingly substandard as they’d proved) helped her toward understanding. Unless it was recorded elsewhere it seemed Elia’s feats were truly unprecedented in the history of the Sisterhood.

Disgruntled as she was to be stymied this way, both by lack of lore and men inconceivably incapable of being aroused by her, Jia cheered herself with the thought that both situations might soon be remedied, and coincidentally.

Thanks to an alert Afflicter, the third thrall was not only already proving sexually accessible, he was absolutely bursting with eros. He was thus being primed for her, a privileged expenditure of his energy justified by the near-certainty of a prodigious return. Best of all he’d even provided a priceless first clue as to what may have drawn Elia to him.

Second in charge of the slave pens, Nala was the one who’d first reported the thrall’s arousal to Mina. With intuitive initiative she worked to nurture this, charming the male into an eagerness for his date with the Empress. Successful beyond hope, she’d come to Jia with stories of maids’ cravings and a wonderful opportunity to explore the wildly promising passions of this apparent singularity. Jia was quick to give her qualified permission and this decision had borne incredible rewards. She could still see the thrill in the Afflicter’s fetchingly intense eyes when she returned.

“I have huge news, Empress.

“First, the thrall is both astonishingly adept at maids’ play and crazed with need for his freeing and feeding. The smell of his heat is overwhelming and already his testes cramp the cage. You were right; his constant arousal makes the production potion you ordered for him especially effective. Yet not only is he desperate for emptying and enamored with s****l sacrifice. He honestly looks forward to his torture as well. Instead of fearing it he lusts for pain and what he calls ‘pegging’, being violated as either a loving maid or cruelly subjugated victim.”

Seeing Jia’s jaw drop, Nala hurried to explain.

“He claims to devoutly worship women Empress, the mightier the better. How well this obsession bodes for you both! Where our men would quail and flee, he leaps forward eagerly. Yet at the same time he has trained himself to slavishly service and submit to us as unthinkingly as the meekest of maid-slaves. It seems too fortuitous to be true. Most amazing still however, he claims not to be unique at all!

“Though seemingly rare, his kind exist in significant percentage, he says. With the unnumbered multitudes of men I’m told inhabit America, this could represent an effectively endless supply of just such inestimably precious vessels.”

Jia wanted to get up and dance. So many reasons for elation!

She had to restrain herself from promoting Nala on the spot. Obviously the gem was far too valuable in its current setting, at least for the moment. Though not a Sister, Jia bowed to the younger woman as an equal.

“Superbly done, Nala. I do not exaggerate when I say that your skills may have rescued the Empire and will preserve the Sisterhood in power forever – not to mention feed me orgiastically for life. Ask absolutely anything of your deeply indebted sovereign.”

Nala bowed back, beaming.

“Thank you, great mistress! I wish only to attend you at the draining.”

“More, Nala. Much more. You do immense honor to the Cadre.”

Blushing at such approval, Nala bowed again. “Mistress, let me return to the thrall with my phallus on. I greatly enjoy his maid’s servicing and wish to indulge his endearing craving. Let me continue to prime him for you by awakening all his miraculous lusts and firing them unbearably up. Clearly your feeding will only be the better for it.”

Jia could only agree.

“Both requests I would have issued you as orders. So I must go beyond them.

“I will remember you for swift advancement, have no worry of that. You will never lack for comfort or challenge. And as I must make a memory-record of this potentially momentous draining, you will be given your own crystal, so you can relive it all as if you were me, and experience this incredible feeding for yourself – if not actually absorb the benefits.

“This will be your secret ecstasy to enjoy at will into your dotage, though at the end of your span it must be submitted to the Sisterhood or go into the crypt with you, as you prefer. I also relieve you of any reasonable limits in your priming play. Exhausting this thrall’s eagerness seems unlikely. Just do no true damage to that precious vessel!”

“You have my vow, as well as my amazed gratitude and adoring reverence Empress!”

Nala’s zeal and appeal were such that Jia decided she wanted her in her bed as well, and maybe for more than just a morale boost for deserving troops.

The joy she exuded was infectious, particularly regarding this thrall. Though Jia had returned to both her studies and to draining the second, ever more dismaying vessel, she remained eager to see evidence of these wondrous aberrations for herself.

Nor did she need wait.

Up very late in the library, Jia interrupted her reading and reliving vision-records three times to send her sight down into the slave pens. Each time the excitement she felt in response sent her back to her work with a will. In the first instance Nala had removed the torso-crossing belts of her body harness and was using one to whip the thrall’s buttocks. Willingly he presented them and expressed mad joy at every lash.

Later she saw the male maid-servicing Nala as feverishly as reported, and finally Jia observed him kneeling like a mutt and presenting that welted ass once again while his mistress brutally ‘pegged’ him.

Jia liked the term, and she liked his response even more::a rapturous delirium that had to be seen to be believed. So arousing was the scene Jia wanted to fly down and join in.

She could almost taste the energy-rich air. Nala had been right about not just this male’s skills and devotion but his obsession; they were all unprecedented.

In fact they were as unprecedented as the way he’d been found and claimed. Was this the distinction that Elia had sensed in him? Was the same thing that made him so priceless that which differentiated him in the vision? It seemed more than just plausible.

Putting aside such shining hopes for a time, Jia had concentrated once again on finishing up both her fruitless search through the archives and an American that was as devoid of eros as the third was bursting with it. Now at long last done with both, she could turn her attention back to the only place it wanted to go.

Tomorrow she would share these new insights-possibilities with Mina and Elia and truly begin to pursue the breakthrough that might save her Empire from its seemingly inevitable decay. Tomorrow night she would feast like never before and seek further insight in the thrall’s mind and exudates. For now though she must get some rest. Nevertheless after Jia put the library back in order and returned to her quarters she couldn’t help looking in on Nala again.

Tonight she’d mounted her c**k on the victim’s crotch, so that she could ride it and him to as many orgasms as she could manage without the limited male failing her. As an added bonus her every lunge and shudder would be transmitted directly to that cramped cage. However madly she ravished him, his seed stayed safely contained and it only maximized his trapped manhood’s furiously raging frustration and pain. And yet the compulsive thrall was more exalted than ever. Sitting slumped against the wall while Nala straddled and pumped relentlessly atop him, constantly devouring his mouth or battering him with her breasts (or reveling in his obsequious servicing of these), the little fellow acted as if rabid to continue so undo death.

It really was a shame that draining him was going to destroy such a remarkable vessel.

Jia vowed on the spot to do all she could to prolong this one’s endurance – at least until the means of replacing him with his equivalent or better could be achieved. Snuggling down alone in her enormous bed, no Mina or maids or favored Afflicter to tempt her tonight, Jia prayed to all the Sisters who’d gone before her that the next sun-spin would prove as important and rewarding as all the omens indicated.

***

Their meeting convened in the same consulting room Jia had used all week. After the War Master and garrison commander were excused Jia had Nala join them. Sitting with Mina and Elia to discuss the truly important matters at hand, the Afflicter looked a bit nervous but secretly ebullient to be included. Also glowing was recently elevated young Elia.

Her hair and face looked particularly radiant against the rich scarlet of her Seer’s robe. Those extraordinary eyes had been shining since her ascension ceremony, which had been held in the Makkan Keep’s Chamber of Justice with every Seer and Sister in the governate present. Her youthful beauty, fey look and rare coloration had made a sensation in the garrison, with word traveling about the city beyond too. Though normally shy, Elia understood her acclaim was well-earned and was growing quickly in confidence. Having learned that Nala had discovered a possible key to her second capture’s distinctiveness, she no longer sat curled up defensively but held herself poised expectantly. Jia smiled commendation at both.

“Okay, Nala, give us all your formal report, from the moment the thralls were unloaded into your custody. You noticed the small one risking his eyes to ogle you. His manhood was roused.”

“Yes, Empress. I knew he was special immediately. The others were rank with fear and despair. The small one smelled of robust health and reluctant heat. I knew my duty. Any opportunity to encourage arousal or willingness must be exploited. I reported to Mina and returned to find the thrall eagerly seeking interaction, specifically information about his fate.

“I used the opportunity to cozen him, to which he gladly submitted. He even cozened me in return, earning my respect and affection. Again I recognized opportunity and this time spoke directly to the Empress.”

Nala went on to detail her adventures in mutual affliction and the revelations obtained. Jia substantiated her amazing account. As usual Mina was quickest to sort through all the wondrous implications to the most important one.

“So the decline can be averted.”

“Yes, Sisters. Let us finally acknowledge out loud what we have long known but been too timid to openly face. Our method of control is a dead end.

“By tempering the excesses of our men we are also progressively weakening the eros and anima that infuse them. The difficulties we are having with our thralls will only grow worse until the energy is no longer enough. Then after eons of enforced peacefulness our populace is likely to revert to the worst disastrously. Our Sisterhood could fall and leave Shatra both in chaos and open to invaders again.

“We have postponed this reckoning by reaching into other worlds to seize men who haven’t been weakened. Of the infinite versions of this world we are able to see many. Those our sight can penetrate number less than a hundred. Those with humans like us are less than half that. The only world with enough people – and amazingly vital people – to make harvesting them cost-effective in the long run is the one known as America. Yet lately this madly advanced, fecund, savagely aggressive society has become increasingly inaccessible to us – well, most of us. We are in dire trouble whether we’ve been brave enough to admit it or not. Fortunately our youth has thrown our Empire this precious lifeline. Between them Elia and Nala now give us this unexpected hope: both a new ease of access and a possible way of recognizing the most suitable candidates, so we no longer waste effort and energy on inadequate returns.”