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“Are you sure about this, Mei? You could fetch a handsome price for this one?” I circled the tall, dark-skinned man with eyes that covered every square-inch of his chiseled form. My hand reached down and gave his taught ass-cheek a firm grab. It was without warning, and if he offered any reaction I failed to see it. “Absolutely, Anasi.” High Mistress Fan Mei sat on a stool with another dark-skinned man’s face under her. A long lavender dress left only his knees visible. “These two were brothers. Explorers on the eastern continent bought them from their village’s chief for a pittance when they were just nine years old.” She sipped her tea with her pinky out, as a proper lady should. Her line was a dignified one, and her support was worth any sacrifice. “I am guessing that they should be about nineteen now. And they have never been touched.” A giggle left my lips. No reaction came from my new acquisition. The poor thing. My hand reached down and slipped off the collar that restrained his manhood. It sprang to life with the help of a couple of rubs. To my surprise he did not even push himself into the pleasure. “Very well disciplined, I see. Perhaps even worth a small fortune. You are too kind.” I bowed my head to her while tweaking his cock’s crown. His pole stood a proud nine inches long with jewels the size of large grapes swinging between his legs. “My slaves tell me the hall should be ready for our ceremony in a couple of hours.” Mei shifted in her living seat, taking a more comfortable position. ”I’m surprised we didn’t do this a long time ago, Anasi. My family has always been most helpful to the throne.” This was true for the most part. The only problem was that they were insufferable flatterers usually. She would have sided with Xiaozong in a heartbeat had I not made a more generous offer. And yet, the ceremony she herself insisted on would insure that neither of us would betray one another. It was a very old ceremony, not used much in recent years. I motioned for the boy to take his position under a stool adjacent to Mei after putting the collar back on. I slipped my panties out from beneath the tight leather skirt I had chosen for the day. A few subtle adjustments later and his lips were flush against the ones between my legs. “Thank you for inviting Xiang. We shall make a happy little triad, I’m sure.” “It would be my pleasure to bond with the both of you. The three of us are the best suited to administer the empire, I think. I hope this will be enough to convince her mother to back us.” “Certainly. The rings have been forged? What is this boy’s name, anyway?” His tongue was too well trained. I don’t mean that in a bad way, but the lack of passion in the boy was noticeable. He was just going through the motions, as pleasurable as they may have been. “I called him jani, for what it’s worth. The rings are ready for tonight. The priestess is most excited. She has not performed this ceremony in over ten years. I will miss this city dearly, I think. Governess of the Northern Provinces is a much sweeter title, though, Anasi.” My attention was too focused on my clit to hear every word she uttered, but the tone conveyed her flattery. “Yes, the north is to be yours as Xiang will have the south. It will be quite a triumvirate, with me at its top.” “Oh of course! Perhaps a throne made of men would suit her highness?” “That sounds dreadfully uncomfortable!” Her laugh was tinged with a hint of fakeness, but I joined in at the thought of sitting upon a misshapen mound of helpless men. ----------------------------------------------------------- Drummers surrounded the temple and filled the night with a **THUD**THUD**THUD**pause**THUD**THUD**THUD. Blindfolds denied them the sight of the three of us slowly walking towards the ceremony completely naked. Torches served as islands of light in the darkness as Xiang and Mei walked side by side directly behind me. Seeing us like this would not mean much to the eunuchs, or even to us, but we would be different when we stepped out, and few were allowed to witness that. Three handsome boys, who had just reached that precious age, were laid on low tables in a circle. We each stood in front of one of them as the high priestess began her prayer to the Mother in an ancient, unspoken tongue. A brazier, full of angry red flames, adorned a pedestal in the center, and around the fire were six nipple rings, three sets of two. Between each pair was a slim needle, with which we would mark each other as sisters. I walked over towards the cute dark haired boy with the scar across his right thigh. He had been found amongst the barbarian horde many years ago. Though he was strictly trained, as were all of the swarthy men of the north, all of the sacrifices were gagged as part of the event. His eyes pled with me in his mouth’s place, wide and teary. I picked up my knife and lightly slid it over my pinky to test its edge. A small trickle of blood confirmed that this would be a quick, if not painless, experience for the boy. He knew what this would mean. The poor virgin’s head swung from side to side, begging me to stop the ceremony. Tears streamed down the side of his face, and I brought the knife down. The blade cut into his sack as if it were paper. Two slices for two fresh jewels. His movements stopped and our eyes met for a moment. His pleading had been reduced to just looking at me as I held his left testicle in my hand with the knife poised to slide through the cord. He was such a cute boy, I thought, as I jerked my hand and sliced off one of his balls. He didn’t scream through the gag. He only sobbed gently, his cries muffled and distant to me. I pitched the severed orb into the fire and walked towards Xiang with the needle and my ring for her in hand. She squealed as the needle bit into her nipple, and I gently slid the ring into her. Soon she and Mei would do the same to me, bonding us until the day we died. ----------------------------------------------------------- The ceremony’s conclusion would take place in Mei’s chambers with our personal servants watching as an audience. She had three, one of whom without a cock as she had had a daughter three years ago with him. My new black slave boy stared obediently as we all slinked into her spacious bed with sheets of purest silk. The playful little Xiang took the initiative and hopped on top of me, smiling as she kneaded my still sore breasts and kissing my lips tenderly. I eagerly returned the favor, as I hadn’t kissed in some time. It was intoxicating to grab hold of her and mash our writhing lips together. One hand quickly began to rub her mound while the other sent two fingers into Mei in search of her clit. She removed me as the orgasm began to build in her and thought to fondle my hurt nipples, but I had other plans for my new sister. Mei had to be put in her place, and I grabbed hold of the back of her head and thrust it into my pussy. Her submissiveness shone through as she licked and lapped at my lower lips. She was somewhat short, and not the most attractive woman I had known, but Mei made up for it with her tenacity. She sucked on my clit with a passion I never thought to see in the woman. My real concern though was that these two would see each other as competitors. My priority was to bring them together. I slipped away from them and pushed the two together gently, nudging them towards each other. Their lips locked and their nipple rings clinked together as Xiang and Mei held tightly to each other and thrashed around in playful ecstasy. I sat in a chair and observed them as the beautiful display was woven before me. At one point they even lay on top of one another in a 69 embrace, their mouths competing with each other to bring the other to orgasm first. Xiang lost the battle as her younger, less experienced womanhood crumbled under Mei’s deft tongue. I made my way to the chest in the corner as they lay, panting on top of each other. The chest revealed its phalluses as I opened it: one was black inlaid with silver, just like the one with which I had tortured yoshi. The other was designed much like the first, but in place of the silver thorn design on the tormentor, this one had golden roses in a swirling design going up towards the tip. Its enchantment was crafted to enhance the pleasure given by anal sex instead of turning it into agony. It was rarely used. I was surprised to see that Mei even bothered owning one. The tool’s magic grafted it to my crotch, and I imagine I must have looked like a man in heat to a casual observer as I walked back to the bed. I would later use it conventionally, but I had to be certain that both of these women were my bitches. There could be no compromises on that point. I threw Mei to the side, almost violently, and turned her onto her stomach. She obediently lifted her rump into the air and whispered back to me, ”Please let that be the gold one, Anasi. Please. I beg you. Please.” The thought of putting that one on had crossed my mind, but I wanted to hear her scream in pleasure rather than pain. Xiang instinctively knew what was expected of her, and she slid her head between my legs with the top of it almost touching Mei’s behind. Her hands went around my hips and they pulled her face up into me. Those lips were thirsty for my juices, and they hungrily ate at me. She paused that for a moment, and gave my fake rod a quick suck, hoping to give even a little comfort to her sister as it would be penetrating her in seconds. Xiang’s face then quickly returned to its duty of making this a more memorable experience for me. As my cock slowly slid down the length of her ass I could see Mei’s hands gripping the edge of the bed, their knuckles turning a pale white. She had never been entered like this before, in fact none of us had. Her screams were quickly transformed into moans and groans as the magic of the phallus began its work on her. My eyes went to jani while I pumped my rod in and out of Mei. Had this been my yoshi I would have sensed a tinge of jealousy in that gaze. Perhaps even sadness that would send a tingle of guilt through my spine. My little yoshi had had that effect on me. I missed him dearly, and would perform horrible, unspeakable acts upon him should he be foolish enough to resurface. My new bitch screamed my name loud enough for the Mother to hear as I thrust myself into her rear end for quite some time. ----------------------------yoshi-------------------------- Anasi’s plug shifted uncomfortably as I walked through the town in the early morning. The leather armor and mask came from a guard who had wandered too far into the woods the night before in order to relieve himself. I had stalked him for two hours waiting for an opening, and he gave it to me. Security was tight in this town, being so close to the mountains and the West, but I knew it intimately: this was the town Makoto took me to so long ago. The town came to life around nine in the morning as eunuchs began to set up their mistresses’ shops and hawk their goods. Others moved in columns heading for the woods to cut lumber or tend to small farms. The women here were incredibly powerful, yet few in numbers. There were perhaps eight men in this land for every woman, and I knew how strong the magic was that bound us slaves to them. My old home would be much like this soon, I thought. I spent most of that morning stalking the marketplace. I thought the supply store would be the first place he would visit until I spotted that speedy gelding out of the corner of eye. He was walking on the other side of it towards the stables. I stayed put and kept one eye on him as he haggled with the stable owner’s eunuch. I tried to focus on what they were saying. “What’s wrong with it? I can’t believe that you would settle for such a low price. If I’m to buy this beast for my mistress, you’d better come clean!” “The horse is fine,” the assassin spat. “You are offering me all I need, eunuch. He’s in perfect condition. Take a ride around if you don’t believe me.” “No, no that’ll be alright.” The merchant counted coins from a purse dangling from his neck. “Here you go, boy. See that your mistress gets it.” He made his way to the supplies, as I expected. He would be going a long way. Rope. Rations. Pitons. He was going across the mountains. I remembered the way well. I snuck back into the forest and walked about half a mile until I came upon my horse. He was dependable, and I was glad I chose him. I sped around the town and down the only safe path that would lead towards the mountains. This area was patrolled mostly at night, I had learned. Silent sentries stood near the base of the mountain path to alert the town of any incursions. The assassin would not get that far. I lay in wait two miles down that path. Two hours later I saw him. He tried to be quiet, but I had the uncanny ability to tune out the ambient noises of birds calling and branches rustling. I waited until he was no more than eight feet from me before springing from my concealment in the brush. He was quick to move, but not before my Luvian steel bit into his leather leggings and numbing his left calf slightly. His sword came out of its scabbard in a flash and locked with mine. I had the advantage now as his leverage was compromised. It would have been easy to take him to the ground, but I had to know. “Why,” I asked. He stared at me with wide eyes and a gaping maw. “You’ve followed me all the way from the fortress?” “Yes.” I applied more pressure. “Now answer the damn question!” “What was your name?” “Huh?” “Your name. What was your name before they took you and took your manhood away from you?” Sweat began to appear on his brow. “It doesn’t matter who I w… “ “Of course it matters! I saw the scars on your body when we first met. You were a fighter once, sworn to a lord of the Kingdom. Who was your master?” I stammered as I tried to speak the name. “Caribold. Lord Caribold. I was sworn to him once as Cedric, Captain of the Rangers.” “You still are!” he spat. “Forget about the fantasy world you live in now and realize that you are a sworn sword to the land of Sarria. There you have a future. Here you are no more than a cow!” I eased off of him a bit, but my nerves kept me ready to move at any moment. “No. I am a slave to High Mistress Anasi. That is my future, though hunting you down may be what ends it. It still looks brighter than yours, at any rate.” He slumped as the reality of the situation came upon him. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve done what I was hired to do.” His eyes looked up into mine. “Silvian the Cloaker did an excellent job, didn’t he? That whore of an Empress is dead and all these women can do is take sides in what will be a bloody fight for the throne. Come with me, Cedric. We can make our way across the mountains and back home. We will find a way to get that collar off of you. You will take a wife and have a host of children. With the knowledge you must have you could be a hero.” I had heard that name once before. Silvian was one of the men left in my world who could command magic. His specialty was that of transmutation. It was now obvious that he had given this assassin the means to murder Kaora. Such resources could only be called upon by the King himself. “You’re right. I will be a hero. I’ll bring Anasi the man who murdered her beloved cousin.” He was ready. My sword was swift and a flurry of strikes came at him from several positions. His leg hampered him as he went on the defensive and struggled to parry and block my attacks. Dodging was out of the question for him, and I was far too focused to make a mistake now. A feint forced him to try to block a strike at his god leg while my sword struck him in his left arm. A scream of pain came from his throat as he panicked and sloppily tried to parry one-handed. The curved swords that were used here were very difficult to properly use without two hands, though. Our blades locked again and I put all my strength into a kick to his gut. He dropped his sword as he fell back to the ground clutching himself. I stood over him and peered into his eyes. He silently pleaded with me for mercy, but I had none left for him. I dug the Luvian steel into his forehead, bringing him excruciating pain. He was quickly unconscious. I strapped him to my gelding and began the long trek back to Kingae Vela. I had to remember to thank him for picking up supplies.
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