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One year. I was tortured. I was humiliated. I had not cum. For one year. Mistress Anasi had become my Goddess. She was my reason for living. Hers was the only face I saw. For one year.
How often she would visit me I cannot say. Time didn't mean anything to me in that cell. A dumbwaiter would descend twice a day to deliver my rations, and I would place my waste bucket on it when it was full. The only other objects in the room were her plush, comfortable seat, which I didn't dare sit in, and the wooden block in the corner. A bar hung from the ceiling, and I from it on occassion, but mostly I used during my exercises. They kept me busy and sane. A bed also rested in a corner, but I wouldn't dare sleep in it. She used it on occasion, though. No one would come to clean my cell. That was my duty, and she made sure that I fulfilled it during her visits. Her visits heralded pain, agony, and suffering. I had become exquisitely familiar with that black and silver phallus. We had first been introduced after my first season in the cell. After failing the test for the first time. I swear that toy would grow while it was buried inside my bowels. I hate to admit it, but I think I actually grew to enjoy it, even though I truly believe it was enchanted to rob me of any pleasure I may have had. She would practically throw me on that bed as if I were a rag doll and pump away for what seemed like an hour at a time. I would scream in pain, she would scream in pleasure. Damn magic. But… it was better than the floggings. Why? Because it gave her so much pleasure. Broken, broken, broken little yoshi. Cedric truly was no more. He would never have looked forward to those visits. Does looking forward to them make me insane? The torture and humiliating acts I had to perform broke me into a scared obedient little creature. And yet… did I mention that my cell was dark? Pitch black? All The Time ? Only when she came to visit was I allowed to see light. The darkness played tricks on me as much as she did. The silence as well. It was if all that existed was my mind. There was nothing else. No people. No stars. No animals whatsoever. Until the Goddess came around. The light seared my eyes at first every time she entered the room. It threw daggers at my vision and I trembled in its presence. But I would get used to it. My eyes would adjust, and there would be no pain, for a little while at least. And the same could be said of her. Her coming brought pain into my life, but I would again adjust. The whips, the crops, the boots in my groin. She had become the light to me. Without her there was nothing. Without her, I was nothing. I needed her. She had become the light to me. On that last day in the cell(was it morning? Noon? Night?) I woke to the sound of that heavy steel door crashing open. "Good afternoon, pet!" she exclaimed. Afternoon, that's right. Again with the light. "Sleep well?" she asked, not really caring for an answer as she strode to her cushioned chair in the corner. Of all the things in this room, I made sure that this part of it remained spotless. I would always take my water with me when I woke up and ran my tongue over every square inch of that comfy throne of hers. This afternoon, as every one since I met the scourge when she found a spot on it, the chair was as pristine as the leather boots she wore that day. I had only seen her in this outfit three times before, and it was always a bad sign. On the last day of every season (or so she told me) she entered this room in a crimson corset and panty embroidered with roses, black thigh-high leather boots shiny enough to reflect the light, and long gloves to match that went past her elbows. In her left arm she carried a box. I knew my role once she daintily placed herself in that seat. I scrambled over to her quick as I could and ran my tongue along the soles of those boots. I suspect she made sure the soles were just a tad dirty every time she came to me in them. "That's a good pet," she purred. "Do you know why I'm here, little yoshi?" "Yes, Mistress Anasi. You've brought the knife." By this time, all defiance was gone. There was nothing she could ask of me that I would refuse. Except for one thing. In that box was a knife. It was a beautiful sterling silver, with intricate, archaic runes etched into the sides. On the last day of every season (or so she said) she would hand me this elegant little tool. I would be ordered to fetch the wooden block in the corner and place my man-parts on it. And then she would tell me to cut them off. I came so close to finally doing it the last time, but some little echo of hope told me to drop the damn knife and deal with the pain. Nothing was more important to me than these parts. Was. They were useless to me, I now realized. They caused me more pain and suffering than anything she could ever do to me. My dick was probably withered and useless at this point anyway. I had not enjoyed release in a year now, and I just wanted the suffering to end. Without her even asking I scurried into the corner to grab the last thing my cock would touch. She handed me the knife, reminding me as always to not touch the blade at all. I drew it up over my head. I took one last glance into her eyes as an intact man. She gave a warm little nod and began to smile warmly. All defiance was gone. It was over. I averted my eyes a moment before the knife sliced into me. The agony was intense. I felt unbearable pain down there, and instinctively grabbed my crotch as the screams fled from my mouth. This went on for a minute before I noticed that she was laughing. Then I noticed that I was still intact. "Luvian steel is a most impressive substance," she spoke as she pulled the knife free from the block with a chuckle. I really drove it in there, too. "We use it for practice and non-lethal battles… and it's useful in other situations," she said with a wink. She waltzed over to me and grabbed my crotch firmly. "This is mine. All that you are is mine. And it makes me very happy to see that you've realized that by now. What a bright little pet." After patting my head she returned to the seat, removed her boots, and planted her feet on the block. I would later learn that this test was actually surprisingly more common. What scared me is that hitting rock bottom in a year, like I had, was pretty good. She mentioned one test that was now in its twenty-third year with a particularly stubborn infantryman from the Great Empire to the West. How he got this far east was anyone's guess, but perhaps I'll hear that tale some other time. Apparently some men are so attached to their stuff that they would prefer to not live at all than live without them. Again, this magnificent woman had given me something, and I almost stumbled over my own feet as I hurried over to her. I grabbed her dainty, pedicured foot and kissed with the passion of two lovers in an embrace. My lips met her soles as my hands gently massaged her arches. "Thank you, Goddess. Thank you. You have become the light to me." "You're very welcome, my little pet. We shall have plenty of time for that later, yoshi, but for now I require something else of you." I settled into a standard submissive posture with my hands on my knees as she gingerly stepped over to the bed. "Lie down here," she commanded. Once I was on the bed she removed those panties and revealed a tight, glorious little pussy surrounded by just a sprinkling of hair. She quickly mounted my face with her body facing my legs and rhythmically moved her body forward and back as my tongue lapped at her temple. Her juices flowed down my cheeks and chin. The scent was overwhelming, and threatened to intoxicate me as the collar on my penis threatened to drive me straight into madness. I want to compare myself to a dog at a bowl, but that doesn't quite feel right. I truly was like a worshipper prostrating himself at a temple. My tongue darted in and out of her, shifting sometimes to lap at her hood. Finding that wonderful spot was among the high points. She began to buck so wildly that I feared she might snap my neck. That didn't inhibit my passion at all, though. The circles I began to make with my tongue were doing wonders, and I would guess that she rode my face through four or five orgasms. I cannot express how proud I felt at the moment. After the third she did something I could not even conceive of moments before. She removed the mini collar from my penis. Within seconds it grew to its full stature. And that just made me love magic for a moment. That hand was over me like velvet, and I swear my heart almost gave in. But for her, for this woman, I would, I must, know control. Fifteen minutes later, after her fifth, High Mistress Anasi ordered me to orgasm. If the torch's light reached the ceiling I swear I would have seen my stream reach it. I took a whole thirty seconds to release it all, but sure enough every drop came out. To this day that explosive moment in time lives in my memory as clearly as if it were that day. I lapped the remnants of my seed from her glove with the greatest pleasure. It would have disgusted Cedric, but I was happy that it was anywhere but in my balls. I think we lay together on that bed for about an hour afterwards. Holding her in my arms was one of the tenderest moments I have ever experienced with a woman. As we rested I would gently place soft kisses on the back of her neck. A soft purring told me that all was right in the world -------------------------------------------------------------------- Kingae Vela was bustling with activity. The fortress just outside of the city of Minmei Risha was the largest I had ever seen, surpassing even those of the Hesperian Kingdom. The stone keep seemed very out of place in this land, but its walls spoke of an ancient history, most likely preceding the society which dominated the region. The wooden palisade, encircling what must have been at least fifty acres, was a marvel to behold. Encampments dotted the landscape, and the whole area was uncomfortably crowded. "There are ten thousand men here and in the surrounding area," Mistress Anasi spoke. "Three quarters of that number are slaves, attending to my warriors and working in a support role." "Is that normal?" "No, not at all. We are preparing for war. Why do you think you had already been sold, pet, before any woman had even seen you?" "I… I don't know," I stammered. "Your precious homeland of Sarria will fall, my pet, and the rest of that ridiculous kingdom shall soon follow." She stopped for a moment and looked at me with those warm eyes. "I trust you will not hesitate in helping me, yoshi. I'm sure you're past those loyalties.” There really was no question in my mind. This is what she wanted and this was what she would get. "Of course not, Mistress. My only concern is that King Heodric can summon twenty thousand men if he wished. Surprise will only get you so far before his bannermen ride." "Why do you think I'm so happy that you're mine?" And there went that smile again. "But you are in serious need of some training if you're to accompany me," she said while poking at my half-starved body. "Stay here until I return. Feel free to walk around a bit and get a feel for our warriors while I go speak with Kaichi Kiyatora. He'll be your trainer. And don't look so glum. At least you'll get to wear clothes once we begin our march." I stared at her rear for a long time. "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave," I wanted to say, but thought better of it. I did wander a bit. These men were extremely disciplined, I had to admit. The Kaichi, or sergeants, like the one I fought so many months ago, were responsible for keeping the men in line, and they did a fantastic job. One clumsy soldier fumbled while drawing his sword, and received as harsh a smack as I've seen any slave receive. One tent interested me in particular. The moaning in there was quite remarkable, and my curiosity got the better of me. I nudged the flap open a bit and peeked in to see a eunuch slave surrounded by five naked warriors. A woman, presumably their commander, sat in a corner watching with a wide smile on her face. The eunuch was getting pounded from the rear by a rather slim man with elaborate tattoos running down his arms in the shapes of various animals. Another man, closer to me, held the eunuch's head in his hands and mercilessly skull-fucked the poor man. An animalistic scream told me that the soldier was done, and when he moved the face of kani stared back at me. He lifted his eyes weakly and immediately turned red as our gazes met. I was flattered that he remembered. Barracks Whore, indeed. "Perhaps I should have you join the fun," Mistress Anasi's voice came from behind me. I really didn't know what to say. Obviously I didn't want to say yes, but saying no didn't seem like an option. If she told me that she would like to see it, I would jump right in there, I knew. But she just attached that leash to my collar and led me away, towards the keep. “I want you to be in fighting shape, little yoshi. My campaign will go much easier with you than without. I know you will give me your best, and if it’s enough you will be rewarded.” We took a short walk through the camp and stopped in a small walled-off garden just outside the keep. She sat cross-legged by a shallow pool, which was home to a brilliant pink and white lotus blossom. The surrounding leaves of the flower looked to be large enough to support a baby, and they probably were. The lotus was quite large, and its fragrance was strong and sweet. Anasi sat there for almost ten minutes with her eyes fixated on the flower. Her breaths were deep and most likely intoxicated her with the scent. Should hadn’t given me any orders, but I thought it best to simply kneel behind her in silence. “I am pleased to hear you joining me in meditation, little yoshi.” Truthfully, I hadn’t even realized I was doing it. “You please me a lot, little one. You are a rather unique slave. You lack the timidity from which all the other slaves suffer once they are broken. I can see a passion in you that matches my own.” “I only live to serve, now, Mistress.” “Yes, yes. I do hope you enjoy playing the yes-man.” “What do you mean, Mistress?” “I mean that you fear me, which is as it should be, but you fear no one else. You are not some little mouse who will shy away from one of my warriors. If I ordered you to bend over for one of them, you would do so with a smile. But if he were to try and take your hole from you, you would fight back. I love you for that, little yoshi.” “May I ask how you know so much about me?” “Consider it to be a feeling I have about you. You will prove me right shortly.” And with that she rose above me and gave the leash a swift yank. I followed her into the keep for the start of my training. -------------------------------------------------------------------- I felt itchy. I hadn’t worn clothing in over a year and here I was, dressed in a leather jerkin with leggings and a drab green cloak. I had never thought clothes could be so damn uncomfortable or restricting. Kaichi Kiyatora stood ten meters in front of me with a snarl on his face. He was dressed much like the other Sergeant I had once fought in armor of metal and wood, minus the facemask. The swords in our hands were both made of Luvian steel, but while his was a curved Chiasan sword, mine was Western Hand-and-a-half sword. High Mistress Anasi comfortably reclined in a practical-looking throne that was close to the dueling circle. She still wore the corset and boots she was in earlier, and quite frankly I feared it would be a distraction. With a playful grin she gently tossed a silk handkerchief into the ring and announced “Begin!” This would be a fight of patience. We circled each other for the first few moments with our swords in front of us defending the middle. He didn’t seem as coordinated as I was, but he was certainly lean and in much better shape than I. He seemed to sense how uncomfortable I was and came in with a weak slice to my left. It was meant to test me more than anything else, but my left armed screamed at the sudden exertion. I had tried to keep myself in shape while in the cell, but I would have to get used to this sort of activity again. I responded with a chop at his legs, but the parry threw me off balance long enough for his blade to slice into my left arm. Again, the pain of this metal felt very real, but no permanent damage would be done. A quick overhead attack came from Kiyatora. I couldn’t get my sword up in time, so I tumbled to his right. It was a good attempt, but my right ankle would have been severed had this been a real attack. The agony kept me on the floor for a minute. “It was a good attempt, yoshi, but I fear it will be some time before you can challenge someone with the Kaichi’s skill. You will do better next time. I think it may be time for you to rest now, little one. It has been a long day for you.” “I… I would like to try one more time, Mistress.” Anasi and Kiyatora’s eyes both went wide. “You haven’t the strength or skill. I do not think it will do any good, pet.” “The only way for me to become a fighter again is to push past my limits, Mistress, with all due respect.” I dropped to my knees. “Please, I beg you Mistress Anasi, allow me to try again.” “If you feel you must,” and she bowed her head. I rose to my feet and began to strip off the clothing that felt alien to me. They stared at me yet again, but it didn’t bother me. Naked except for my collar once more I took up my position opposite the Kaichi. “Begin,” she said matter-of-factly. He didn’t even bother with the pleasantries this time. His lunge and overhead stroke were perfectly executed, but my tumble, to his left, was now easy to perform. My blade met his behind his back, and I began to see just why twenty-five hundred men would be enough. His discipline and control was excellent, but for the first time in many seasons I felt alive! Sweat ran down my chest and unused muscles strained to dodge and parry his blows. One poorly aimed chop at his left arm dug my sword into the lacquer armor for but a second. In the second he grazed my calf, setting my leg on fire. It was hardly as agonizing as before, and I fought through it for her. For the Goddess. I sprang away from a swipe at my side and ended up several meters from my opponent. Again, we squared off. I stuck with my middle guard, while he took the high guard, his curved sword above his head. He thought me tired and unable to avoid his blow. I figured I could dodge him, or gather the strength to keep his sword away in a parry, but it was time to think offensively. Time to do something he wouldn’t expect of this helpless, nude slaveboy in front of him. His assault was very well executed, but I had been making the mistake of fighting in what was generally his style. Slice and parry. Ad nauseum. Time for something alien to him. As he stepped into a powerful overhead cut, I stepped into him, my sword pointing at his chest, and gave a thrust into his belly which pierced the padding just below the lacquer breastplate. I immediately let go of my weapon as soon as it was in him and tumbled to his left, evading the curved blade completely. Piercing was something you didn’t do with a sword in this world. There I stood, drenched in sweat from head to toe. My breathing had become rough and labored. By the Goddess that was the greatest victory I had known in quite some time! “Bravo, pet! Bravo! I am so proud of you!” The adulation of my Mistress placed me on a throne of my own. “You are more than I had ever dreamed.” She then gave me a light kiss on the cheek. “I want you to go to your quarters now, just down the hall to the left, and wash up. Come to my quarters in one hour. You will bathe me. I promised Kiyatora a pleasurable night if he beat you, and he did just that.” The thought of this man pleasuring the Mistress didn’t exactly make me feel jealous, but it sounded as if a responsibility to her. One that I would have taken from her. “Please, Mistress, allow me to pleasure him tonight. I have learned a great deal from him, and would be honored to do this task for you.” “That is a sweet gesture, pet, and I think I shall make that happen someday. But I do need a cock in me tonight. Remember: one hour.” Her boots clicked against the stone floor as I moped my way down the hall and relaxed in a small, cozy pool. To be continued soon :)
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