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Our march had brought us to this moment. My new sisters and I stood on the Kana Plateau, not ten miles from the capitol. We stared into the eyes of our enemies, ready to lock swords and spells in the only major battle this civil war would see. High Mistress Xiaozong had horded her forces here, knowing full well that I would bring the fight to her. Xiaozong did not even think this worthy of an appearance. Mistress Misaka, now High Mistress, stood in her place as commander of the army. One advantage they could certainly claim was their archers. I would lose hundreds of foot soldiers to her bows in the opening charge. It would do little good, but we rode to the middle of the field for the traditional parley. “I trust you brought your cousin’s carcass, traitor. It would be so nice to commence with the coronation tonight. Besides, the soon-to-be Empress has made it clear that you are to be mine, to do with as I please. Would you care to beg for my mercy, cow?” “I’ll slit my own throat with true steel before it comes to that, Misaka. Do you still really think I could kill Kaora?” “To tell the truth, I don’t really care. You knew Yousheng was my favorite when you took his manhood from me. I’m often kept up late at night thinking of what I’ll do to you for that.” “It really wasn’t even that big. And crooked at that. I still don’t see what you’re missing.” And the battle began, although a bit prematurely. I blocked and dodged Misaka’s rage-driven blows for the minute it took our armies to meet. The two of us were separated as a deluge of warriors came from both sides and clashed in a chorus of screaming and the sound of metal on metal. I wasn’t sure that that would work, but at least the archers were taken out of the equation. --------------------------yoshi-------------------------- There were no warriors left in Kingae Vela. It was deserted, except for some eunuchs who tended to it. “Good day, sir,” onomi addressed me, not getting a clear look at my face. “Is there anything I may help you with?” He looked anxious as his eyes darted back and forth between my bound captive and me. Solan the Silent was just that now. With a green cloak on my back and hood over my head the eunuch did not recognize me. From him I learned where to find my Goddess, and I set out immediately. As she marched her army I pushed my gelding and Solan’s steed down paths and around patrols in order to meet Anasi by the time she reached the city. The sounds of conflict were distant, but I had made it just in time. --------------------------Anasi-------------------------- My men had been training for a campaign in the west, and were ready for a fight. The women on her side were more knowledgeable in the ways of magic than mine. The fight was even, and I did well to hide my fears of failure. The worst moment came just as the sun reached its highest point. The Chained Spiders appeared on our flank as if out of nowhere, concealed by magic no doubt. They were among the finest warriors I had ever seen. Xiang’s fighters were in disarray, unable to cope with the surprise of a hundred ferocious berserkers cutting them down at their weakest point. The pattern of stars on Yousheng’s lacquer armor was easily recognizable at the front of the chaos. I could see it all too clearly from my vantage point. He slashed at Xiang’s horse’s throat with his Luvian steel blade, and it immediately dropped from the pain. Then he started on her. She was a fine commander, and led her soldiers well, having been schooled in the art of war from a young age. But she was not much of a warrior. He played with her for a number of minutes, parrying her blows and knocking her to the ground twice. He soon tired of it, knocked her sword away, and cut her down. Luvian steel did not cause any true harm, only unbearable pain, of course. But the dagger he pulled out was quite real. It pierced my heart as it pierced hers. I turned my gaze from the scene and lunged into the crowd of men. --------------------------yoshi-------------------------- I was too late to save my mistress’ best friend. She had lost another who was close to her. “Yousheng!” I yelled. His head whipped around and his eyes met mine. I remembered him as the man Anasi had punished. He recognized me as her once favorite pet. His lips curled into a smile. “Ah, the whore’s boy has come to me. Misaka will have your nuts roasted when I bring you to her. Your cock will be skewered for her to nibble at while you watch. And after that I think I’ll ask her to give you to my men.” “If you had a cock, I bet you’d rape me, too.” He let out a roar that made my blood curdle as he took a swipe at my head. I rolled under the blade and into him, taking the man off his feet. Our swords fell to the ground and we furiously struck at each other with our fists. His helmet had come off, but he did well at protecting his face from my blows, and I didn’t dare hit that armor. I took two blows to my gut before he threw a clumsy punch at my head. I slipped by that and wrapped my arms around his head from behind. He fell on top of me, but I knew that I had to hold on. It took me a full minute to choke him into unconsciousness. I was tempted to run him through, but the rest of the Chained Spiders were still rampaging along the line, and they were given my full attention. --------------------------Anasi-------------------------- Mei had not let me down. Her forces had maintained their discipline and were encircling the enemy as she led them from the rear. My approach to leadership was quite different, and I stayed in the melee, still consumed by the heat of battle. I hadn’t spent much time studying sorcery, but I knew enough to make my reflexes quicker, my blows cut deeper, and my awareness sharper. Misaka had a little more skill than that. With a wave of her hand she made a dead man’s hand reach out and trip me up. I looked up from the dirt to see her forming another gesture in my direction. I rolled several feet to my side only to see a pair of spears which had belonged to fallen soldiers stab into the ground where I had lain. She began to motion again, and as I picked myself up off the ground I grabbed an apple-sized rock with me. Misaka was struck in the jaw, and though I didn’t inflict any real damage, her incantation had been interrupted. I was charging towards her before she could begin again. She nearly fumbled her sword trying to get it up to block me. My ferocious swing was horrible and telegraphed, but she was nervous and surprisingly inexperienced at combat. My blade passed through her left forearm and she dropped her weapon. A grin came over my face as I began another clumsy motion to finish her off, but her right palm flew out and came within inches of my chest. Her magic threw me back ten feet to the ground. A dagger came out of her boot in a blink of an eye, and she threw it right into my shoulder. “Is this how it ends, Anasi? Two wounded women clawing and scratching at each other?” I pulled the dagger free as I ignored her comments and sent it back, right into her foot. I walked towards her as she screamed in pain. It was tempting to use my sword to put her down, but a punch to the face did just as well. ------------------------------------------------------ An hour later I led a company of men into the vast Palace of the Sky as Mei kept our victory intact outside the city. The palace was called that because the ceilings often reached dozens, sometimes hundreds, of feet into the air. The throne room was such a place. Blue tapestries hung from the hundred foot ceiling, and a glass dome allowed the sunlight to pour through. Silver globes dangled from strong cords attached to metal arches below the glass, and they made the sunlight dance all about. They were cast in such a manner to reproduce the constellation of the Mother. Xiaozong cowered behind her massive throne. It was finely crafted in marble bought from distant lands. It’s back reached as high as an old tree, and it was as wide as a couch. A soft, silky mattress provided comfort, and a cushioned back reached about six feet up in a semi-circle. Above the cushion was the Mother sitting on top of the father in a bas-relief, a bit distorted as she rose to the top of the back. As I walked behind to grab my rival she tried to scurry away. I grabbed her by the neck and dragged her to the center of the room, with her kicking and screaming along the way. I motioned to my guards and they pinned her down. “I am the rightful Empress! You cannot do this to me!” “It’s done, child,” I said. “It may take a couple of hours, but soon the battle outside will be over and I will be declared Empress. My men will watch you until then.” And with that I waved all of my men away. I sat on that throne and melted into its warmth after removing the boots from my legs. I thought to lie down and relax with the sounds of fighting still around me. There seemed to be some commotion at the doors, but I paid it little mind until they came crashing open, the two who were guarding it unconscious in the corridor. A figure marched into the room, wearing a green cloak with two men slumped over his shoulders. One seemed to be a westerner I didn’t recognize; the other was Yousheng. The man came within twenty feet of me and stopped. He let the two men fall off his shoulders. He dropped to both knees and pulled back his hood. --------------------------yoshi-------------------------- Her expression did not change as I revealed myself to her. The same stony eyes pierced through me as I prostrated myself before her. While still kneeling I took off the cloak and laid it beside me. I was now naked before her. My choker still restrained my cock. My plug was still inserted for her. A small part of me expected a smile from her, but I got none. “Why did you bother coming back, slave?” Perhaps I shouldn’t have, I thought. “You disappear on the night my cousin is murdered, spend weeks doing the Mother knows what, and then appear out of thin air with a gift to win back my good graces and… who is that man?” She sat up straight as she tried to get a closer look. ”This is the assassin, Mistress. This is the man who murdered you cousin. I saw him leave Kingae Vela and… took it upon myself to hunt him down. That night was so chaotic I was afraid he would escape.” I crawled to her on my hands and knees. She looked so… right sitting on that throne. I cupped one of her feet and kissed it gingerly, repeatedly, for her forgiveness. She kicked me in the face with the other one. As I writhed on the floor holding my bruised nose she sprang to her feet. “Did you think I needed you? Did you think I couldn’t have found this pig without your help? You left me to wonder whether or not you had anything to do with my cousin’s murder! You left me to wonder…why you left. “Guards!” A few armored men entered the chamber after a minute of her yelling. “Take them all to the dungeon. Chain them to the wall until I’ ready to deal with them.” Before long I was in pitch black. Again. It was a warm, familiar feeling, and at least I was near her. Only this time I had a wooden plug up my butt. --------------------------Anasi-------------------------- It was midnight before everything was done. I had insisted on being crowned that night, and gathering the high ranking ladies of the capitol took time. After the ceremony was over I called for the first of my enemies. Yousheng was thrown on the ground before me. “Do you wish to beg for my mercy, you cockless little worm?” He said nothing and spit upon my spotless shoes. I lifted myself off of the throne and walked towards a small box I had brought from Kingae Vela. In it rested the knife I had planned on offering Kaora for her pregnancy. I slowly walked behind the dog and lingered there for a moment. I considered things carefully and knelt down behind him, placing the knife at the base of his scrotum. I dragged the knife along that sensitive skin briefly and pulled it back as I realized that he would be better punished with them intact. “Take him to the barracks of the Singing Mantis company. They are to enjoy him for the rest of his days. And remove his tongue. I want that orifice to be used the least, by him or them. Now bring me the Westerner who took my cousin from me.” They brought him before me and let him fall to the ground. He lifted his head only to see my foot smack him in the cheekbone. I got behind this one with the knife still in hand. There was no hesitation here; no thought. I drew the edge across his sack slowly and deliberately, enjoying every scream that escaped from his mouth. I tossed the pouch aside and his jewels dangled down by their cords. This was a moment I wished to remember. I lowered my head towards those nuts and took them both in my mouth. He was sweating in dread right at the moment my teeth came down and severed the cords that really made him a man. I spat them upon the floor as I rose above and placed my hands on my hips. “The silver mines of the Kunoichi Canyon are most inhospitable. There are few guards there and no women. They take their liberties with the eunuchs regularly. Slave,” I gestured to a eunuch kneeling by the wall. “Bring me a drink.” I waited for my wine before continuing. I swirled it around for half a minute after he brought it. “The slaves of the mines grow to enjoy serving the soldiers there. It’s really the only attention they receive, besides the beatings they often receive. My advice is to become someone’s favorite.” I walked back to my throne and watched him shudder. “Take him away,” I snapped, “and bring me Misaka.” My memory is hazy after this. The wine quickly went to my head. But poor Misaka now lives under house arrest, and must endure the Sizzling Nail up her ass once a week in my presence. Poor little Xiaozong was not so fortunate. I had her sold to our neighbors across the sea to the east. The Kund’s allow women many rights, so we’ve always been cordial to them. Besides, their spices are in high demand. My little yoshi would remain in the dark for a week until I summoned him for my night with jani. --------------------------yoshi-------------------------- I knelt by one side of the bed and jani by the other. It, and every thing else about the master bedroom, was huge. The ceiling was sixty feet high, and the walls were a very light shade of purple. Eight six foot wide windows invited the moonlight into the room, and dim torches added to the mood. Incense had been burning, and it certainly was of the kind that acted as an aphrodisiac. A sheer curtain hung in the doorway that connected the Empress’ chamber with her private bath, and Anasi stepped through it wearing nothing. I dared not directly gaze upon her, but I was talented at seeing through the corner of my eye. She sighed to herself as she walked towards the bed and lay down. My fellow slave and I knelt for yet another twenty minutes. The perfumed oils she had been wearing were intoxicating me. “Rise, jani,” she said. Her fingers reached over nonchalantly ad groped his penis for a moment. Then she took off his choker. She fondled again for a few seconds and all nine inches of his manhood stood erect for her. Her head turned towards me. “Make it wet for me, yoshi.” I began to climb into the bed to administer to her clit, mistakenly, when she said, “Not that. That,” and pointed at the massive nine inch cock. Thankfully the only hesitation I experienced was in my mind. My body leapt to fulfill her command. I knelt in front of the tall man with dark skin. He easily stood a head taller than I, and his broad shoulders and muscular body dwarfed mine. With my face only about three inches from his cock I looked up at him. It looked as if the man was genuinely happy for the first time in his life. He did not want to waste any time and grabbed my head with his hands. I half expected him to cruelly thrust himself into my mouth repeatedly, but he knew what the purpose of this was. He slowly moved my head back and forth over his shaft, and I would have choked had it not been for the practice Anasi had given me with her silver and black toy. I was repulsed a bit, but I was also broken. I loved her completely. This was the cock that would soon be in my Mistress; no, my Goddess. My lips ran hungrily down his length. My tongue savored every bit of his flesh. And I was sure to give his head a little kiss before we were done. “Sit,” she commanded me as she pointed at a chair with an indented cushion. I had been in one of these before, but this one was so much more comfortable. At least my butt wouldn’t hurt as I was forced to watch. The dark slave climbed into my Goddess’ luxurious bed and immediately had his manhood positioned right at her gates. He waited there a moment as he grabbed her legs and held them together in the air, with her on her back. “Do it!” she said. I watched as those nine inches plunged into her. Soon the black cock was glistening with Anasi’s juices. --------------------------Anasi-------------------------- Nine inches of heaven reached into my deepest cavern and came back out. That repeated over and over again as my slave pumped me. He held my legs together, making me tighter for my pleasure, and it worked. I could feel him sliding in and out me rhythmically, methodically. I looked over to the chair, but could not see my little pet with the headboard in my way. I wanted to look at him. To see the look in his eyes as this man fucked me. I pushed jani gently away and turned over, on my knees. I planted my feet firmly on his thighs as he knelt behind me. From here he quickly grabbed me by the hips and continued his duty. I looked over to my dear little yoshi. He had averted his eyes from us, but I knew he could still see. See another cock pumping in and out of a pussy he once could have had. One that he wanted with all of his being. That he still wants. That I… “Ah!” jani had thrust so deep that he hit me where it hurts. I glared back at him and he began to soften his aggression a little. Still, his grunts were becoming more intense, more passionate. He was close. I looked back at yoshi to see that he was now looking at me; into me. I always saw some nobility in those eyes, no matter how brutally I had humiliated him. And he still loved me. Cows like the one behind me only served. The man I had rejected was the one who would really do anything for me. I had made a mistake. “Stop!” I yelled, not realizing that that was another mistake. I quickly shoved myself off of his legs and fell to the floor as his penis erupted. I was several feet away from him and was still hit by a couple of drops. He stared in disbelief not knowing what he had done, thinking he was at fault somehow. It didn’t really matter to me what this slave thought. The other one was another story. “Switch places,” I said. They both looked at each. “You heard me!” I climbed back into my bed, but this time I did so with my little yoshi. “Why?” he asked in a whisper. “Because… I want you. Do you need another reason? Do you want your ego to be stroked as well? Maybe it’s because you’ll give me a more clever heiress than this one ever could. Maybe it’s because you desire me more than just getting off. The only reason you need, though, is because I want you. Now shut the hell up and make love to me.” He flashed a charming grin my way and grabbed me in his arms. It took him thirty minutes before his manhood entered me. He started with our lips meeting and our tongues playing with each other like giddy schoolgirls. He made love to my neck and almost made me orgasm just from that. He paid tribute to every inch of my body with his lips before even thinking of himself. And once that began it felt as right as everything he had done beforehand. His shaft slipped in slowly, and he went back to my lips with his and just let my pussy relax around him. Then he began to slide in and out slowly. His hands moved from my breasts, down my sides, and caressed my hips. His rhythm increased and my nails ran down his back. The pain meant nothing to him now, but I had another surprise for him. His passion was obvious in the heated grunts that came from his mouth thirty minutes after he started fucking me, but I had no intention in telling this one to stop. I had ridden this man to several orgasms tonight, and he earned the privilege of letting go whenever he was ready. I just didn’t tell him that. I was on top when it happened. Hi hands clenched on my hips, his hips began to buck uncontrollably, and in a torrent of love my pet thrust his seed into me as deep as it could go. He was exhausted, and I would think him near death if I didn’t know any better. I was as well. Custom called for a cleaning, but I didn’t care. He wrapped his arms around me and we curled together in an embrace as we fell asleep. --------------------------yoshi-------------------------- The previous night was the most pleasurable of my life, but the price would be paid the next day. In the center of the palace was a ceremonial chamber. It was only fifty feet wide, but rose high into the air, its top being the highest point of the compound. There was no ceiling, and the sun shone directly down the tower. I was chained to the floor, kneeling, with a wooden block upon which rested my penis. I wished I could keep it from growing, but Anasi and several other women were there. I recognized her, despite the masks they wore, with a black tear streaming down the right cheek, but the others I did not know. The only other person there was kun, a rather young healer who was made a eunuch on his sixteenth birthday. He was now twenty-one. The women chanted in a language I did not know, perhaps some archaic form of their language. kun walked over to me with a mortar and a small brush. The mortar was filled with a thick, sweet-smelling oil. He knelt in front of me and gently applied it to my cock. “I might look young, but I have seen this happen to many men.” He looked as though he was from this region. Those not fortunate to be fighters were all made eunuchs. Then again, it wasn’t a difficult life for one well-taught like him. “It’s a blessing, you know. It’s your gift to the Mother. And your love.” He looked me right in the eye and gave me a wink. “It’s best that you don’t struggle. Internally, I mean. Of course you wouldn’t dare try to physically stop it. Just accept it and the Mother will smile upon you.” “How?” “There’s no way to know if your Mistress is with child yet, but we will soon. Those who give their seed to birthing Empresses are well taken care of by the Mother when their time has come. Speaking of time…” The chanting had stopped and my penis was ready. I dearly wished that I could see into her eyes as she approached me with that bejeweled, silver dagger, but they were hidden from me. She fluidly dropped to one knee and gently brushed her fingers along my oiled cock. It wanted to come once more, but I didn’t think the ceremony allowed for that. She leaned in towards me, her hand grasping my hard, wet rod, and whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry, my little pet. I am very sorry,.” I felt the cold silver blade touch the base. I was grateful for not having warning, for I’m afraid I may have flinched, but she began the cutting quickly. Needles of pain ran through my body as the knife was dragged across my skin, rending the flesh like rice paper. I know she did it quickly as she could, but time seemed to slow for me as the blade cut deeper and deeper into my shaft. To my shame, I screamed. I screamed so loudly that I believe the whole palace heard my cries as they echoed up the tower and into the open air. I could feel the last thread of skin which still attached me in that moment. In that split second, I still had a cock. And the next… it was gone. Anasi held it up and began chanting once again. kun hurried over to me and began applying a healing salve to my fresh wound before the echoes of my cries faded out. He quickly, mercifully, unbound me and led me to the chamber of healing. What happened to my cock I do not know. ------------------------------------------------------ I was released from the healer’s care two weeks later, complete with a new hole from which to pee. I was to attend to my mistress once more that night. The bedroom was more brightly lit now, and jani had been filling in for me as her day-to-day servant. That night she made a request that seemed strange at the time as we lay in her bed. “I want you to make love to me again. Just like you did the last time.” I blinked. “I don’t think that’s exactly possible, Mistress. I seem to be… lacking… in a certain area.” “We’ll make do.” She smiled and threw me down, kissing me all along the way. I returned the favor, the kissing I mean, and our foreplay was no less rewarding than it had been that magical night. “Hmm… now we’re ready,” she said, purring like a kitten. I was about to reply when she got off the bed and made her way to a cabinet with a beautiful mosaic of a sparrow on its doors. She removed a box and took out a shiny gold and black phallus with an inlaid rose pattern. All I knew of was the old silver and black one which had punished me on many occasion. She could tell there was a look of shock on my face. “I see you remember your little friend.” She sucked on it for a few seconds. “What’s wrong, pet, you don’t miss him?” I chose to play along. Nothing could me more than that cutting had. Besides, it would make her happy. I flipped over onto my stomach and lifted my rump high into the air. She gave me a little cackle and jumped in the bed with me. As usual the toy grafted itself onto her skin. With a clap of her hands the light in the room magically dimmed. I felt those hands grab me tightly by the hips and the phallus rest in the crack of my ass as she leaned over me. “You will beg me take this out for you every night. You’ll see.” At first I thought that a command; something she was ordering me to do, and would have been happy to do it. But I soon learned how right she was. This was not like the last toy. As that fake cock penetrated my hole I felt waves of warmth flowing through it. It was as if it were massaging the inside of my bowels as she gently thrust it in and out of me. Even when she began getting rough, and the pounding increased in intensity, I still felt the most wonderful feeling I had known. It was pleasure I had once thought I could get from my cock, but now this woman was giving me this from the inside. It was affecting her as well. Her breathing grew more rapid. Her grip tightened. She began smacking my rear and biting her lip. And then what I thought impossible happened. That feeling hit me again, and I felt pressure building at my new hole. And I let go. I was afraid of living in eternal arousal, but my Goddess freed me from that, and I spilled my seed from my hole as I came violently, as I grabbed the edge of the mattress for dear life. And I would beg for that. Every night. Epilogue She loves playing up the role of Empress. She often orders me to lick her shoes or worship her ass with a fake look of anger in her eyes. She brings a man from her stable, of about two dozen, to her bed at least once a week, leaving me the duty of cleaning her. And then there’s my daughter. Who I’m not allowed to say is my daughter. Oh well. She has my light blue eyes. I made Anasi truly feel like a Goddess the day she agreed to let me instruct Princess Kumiko in the art of swordplay. I hadn’t expected her to give me that, but… she loves me. No matter how many men share her bed, no matter how many eunuchs attend her, I’m the one she chooses to hold her through the night. And I get the phallus twice a week.
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