Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 67
9th of Onis, 14 AVE.
Shai Domain, Ishtai.
Varse scowled as he held his hand over the candle, testing the heat of the blue flame. Seated within Vesh’s personal study, he didn’t flinch at the sound of something heavy slamming against the wall from the hallway outside.
The door opened a moment later as Vesh staggered inside. The old one-eyed Dril wiped a mixture of green and purple blood from his dagger before hauling shut the reinforced door. “There’s more of them this time. Nearly lost the rest of my left ear.”
“They’ll spare no expense to see me dead,” Varse replied bitterly as a distant shout rang from somewhere within the circular building. Only Salik‘s report of the coming assassins had granted them enough time to prepare the new apprentices Vesh had accepted after Salik’s departure.
“Ah don’t worry, my Potentate. This room is the most secure of the entire building. I’d trust my own mother to sit with us now if I knew where she was,” Vesh chuckled as he claimed a seat across from Varse. He eyed the four-pronged needle on the round table between them, allowing his tone to grow serious. “How will you proceed? Retribution is in order.”
Varse nearly groaned at the very question that had pained him endlessly. “Retribution? Would you have me order the deaths of my fellow Representatives?”
Something slammed into the roof above as Vesh leaned back. “This won’t be the last attack. We were lucky, but luck runs out.”
Varse picked up the needle, knowing it would’ve been his death. Months of digging through old records was required before he discovered the documented reports regarding his predecessor’s death. The mention of four tiny punctures in Ysil’s neck was the final confirmation Varse needed. He wasn’t the first Potentate to be targeted by corrupt Representatives. The peaceful history of The Domain was a lie, and he was merely foolish enough to believe it. “Tell me something. If I were to grant you the order to kill Sinshi and his cabal, would you obey?”
Vesh’s expression grew darker than Varse had ever witnessed. “I’d only utilize agents of another species.” He nodded. “But yes, I’d obey.”
Once more Varse scowled as the needle slipped through his fingers. He heard the tiny clink as it fell.
“That answer doesn’t please you?” Vesh watched as Varse picked up a thin slab of wood no larger than his palm. So close to The Domain’s border, Ishtai wasn’t quite cold enough to reliably sustain their ice writings, requiring the citizens to use other methods. Varse carefully began to etch symbols into the soft wood. “My Potentate?”
“This is an order to do just that.” Varse held the thin slab between two fingers as if touching it revolted him. “I could grant it to you this very moment. How simple it would be to join their game.”
“If that is your command, I’ll see it through,” Vesh replied carefully.
Varse’s red eyes remained on the written command as he dangled it over the candle. “Is there a point in continuing this, Vesh? Why defend our values when so many readily discard them? I’ve sought to defend our traditions against this human God Emperor, yet what is their worth when I cling to them alone?”
The chair creaked as Vesh leaned back. “Bending our traditions hardly breaks them. Sinshi commands your death. We’re justified in taking his.”
“Yet I dreamt that we were better once.” Varse dipped the wood into the tiny flame. It caught fire, slowly burning until he was forced to drop it. He stepped on the smoldering remains, grinding the ashes into the floorboards with disgust. A feeling of hopelessness crept into him, for he had held the very solution within his grasp.
Vesh cleared his throat as something thudded against the reinforced door. “Well, it hardly needs to be said, though I think you’re making a mistake.”
“Undoubtedly,” Varse agreed somberly. “I won’t kill a Dril, Vesh. Not by my own hand, nor the hand of an agent. Let them come again and again. They can kill me, for at least I held to our values until my end. It was only a dream. A dream that our species could be better than outsiders. That we Dril were equal in all things, incorruptible, rational, free. It was a beautiful dream, and one that shall be wiped away when the human legions come.”
“Ever so grim.” Vesh attempted to chuckle, though a glance from his Potentate quickly ceased any humor. “I suppose I should recall Salik from Palidri. They’ll soon learn of the failure of their attack, and they’ll grow cautious.”
The Potentate shook his head. “There’s hardly any point. In Palidri he may at least provide a chance to learn something of value. Here, he’d only guard a dead man.”
“If that is your command, it’ll be done.”
Varse peered down at the ashes once more. Thoughts of his military expansion proposal crossed his mind. Aside from his initial disregard of these humans, he had been right about nearly every prediction thus far, hadn’t he? If they’d only listen, their doom could be prevented. Would have been prevented.
He’d never relinquish his values, yet as he closed his eyes with a reluctant breath, he realized an alternative may just exist. “If the man he reports to have seen is the commander of Sinshi’s assassins, this…Jidun…we must learn what he knows. There’s still time. Send word to the boy that I require a list of the men under Sinshi’s control. Without Jidun’s death, for he is a Dril.”
“As you wish, my Potentate.”
11th of Onis, 14 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
“Then the big oaf completed his duty, did he?” Rosila asked, already knowing the answer. She stood with Vixin as they overlooked the landscape from the royal balcony outside the princess’s quarters.
Vixin nodded with pride. Hours had passed after her dalliance with Salduin before it had occurred. She felt it, the very moment of conception. It wasn’t a mere tingle of her senses, but a physical burst of pleasure that nearly forced her into an orgasm. It was as if her body was rewarding her for reproducing, a feeling that had required the vigorous work of her fingers to satisfy throughout the remainder of the night. A similar sensation had occurred during the conception of her previous sons, though her senses had been far less sharp than they were now.
“Good girl. Your father will be proud to learn of your success.” Rosila turned to place her hand upon the princess’s belly. It remained flat, of course, for mere days had passed. “He’s very sentimental about his ‘little flowers’, you know. From what little he tells me, it seems he wants to ensure a part of you passes into the next generation of House Vaid.”
“It’s likely he already knows.” Vixin nearly shivered as her mistress rubbed her stomach, both fearing and savoring the touch.
Rosila chuckled. “The odd ways of you Vaids.”
Vixin watched her mistress turn towards Fanir. The skinny slave stood silently, pretending not to listen to their conversation as he held a carved wooden platter carrying a drink for them both. He wore no hint of clothing aside from his collar as Rosila retrieved her drink, his chastity cage on display as per Vixin’s orders. The humiliating sight of his caged cock brought a deep arousal to her royal loins. It was a cruel requirement, she knew, yet one that she would reward tenfold.
“It’s a shame…” Rosila took a sip from the purple liquid before an absent expression overtook her eyes. “I shall miss the feeling of pregnancy.”
“Oh? Why stop now?”
“I’ve granted your father three children. Three is enough to serve my part,” Rosila replied, her tone far more distant than ever before. She then waved aside the comment, seeming to return to life. “Ah, but there is business at hand, sweet girl. You’ve read The God Emperor’s latest commands, have you not?”
Vixin nodded. For some time she had wondered what had become of the thief she had sent for her father’s assessment. Now, it appeared as though Kunir had been a success. “The God Emperor has deemed it necessary that all future Sage recruits are of his blood.”
“Correct. I’ve already sent word to begin looking for girls whose paternity may be verified. The older members won’t appreciate being phased out, though they’ll obey without complaint.” Rosila replaced her drink. “The Hesian Order shall follow suit, or so I’m told. Perhaps it’s only right that you shall lead the Sages. They’ll need guidance as their powers emerge, and I am…merely ordinary.”
“You speak as though you’ll have no place. I’ll still require your wisdom, mistress,” Vixin replied with a hint of concern.
Rosila smiled. It was an odd thing to see upon her face without an underlying venom. “A kind thought, though nothing more. I’ve done all I can for you, sweet girl.”
Vixin watched the older woman lean against the balcony barrier.
“There’s a thing I must tell you. A terrible thing.” Rosila sighed as she looked to the distant mountains in the west. “A thing I’ve prepared to face for many years.”
“Tell me, mistress.” Vixin swallowed as her mouth suddenly felt dry.
She tapped the stone barrier for a moment as she pondered. “Do you know how old I am, little Vixin? Ah, the specifics aren’t important. Still, I remain of breeding age, yet those days are numbered.”
“Then you wish to retire from your duties?”
A chuckle escaped her. It was a devious sound, low and full of spite. “Not quite. You see, I’ve slept with a God, birthed divine daughters, yet I remain mortal. Your father claims his children shall not age, yet what of the rest of us?”
“I don’t…understand,” Vixin replied carefully.
“No, but then you wouldn’t, would you? That’s quite alright, sweet girl. Your father’s blood shall ensure you remain as gorgeous as you are now until your death. You shall never know what it is to see your beauty slip away no matter how hard you attempt to cling to it,” Rosila explained bitterly. “No. I reject such a fate. I shall not wait to watch my body shrivel away. I shall put an end to my aging on my own terms.”
“You don’t mean to…”
“But I do. Before the next moon…I shall grant the Sages a final goodbye. Then…” Rosila hesitated. “Then I shall retire to my chambers alone with a dagger.”
Stunned, Vixin whirled upon her. “What maddeness is this? Surely you can’t be serious…”
“Oh, I am. I intend to be remembered as the beauty I am now, not some old crone. The slaves shall see to my burial, as I’d have no one of worth looking upon me in such a state. When I say goodbye, that shall be their final memory of me.”
Vixin looked away, utterly baffled. “Then what of Yisi? What of your daughters?”
Rosila waved dismissively. “Worry not for them, as I’ve already arranged their initiation into The Sages. They’ll be well cared for, and best of all, they shall never face a similar dilemma. I’ve done that for them, at least, granting them the divine blood of The God Emperor,” she nearly chuckled. “I suppose it’s ironic, for I was a single generation short. There will come a time when none know the pain of aging, for all shall be descended from your family. I’m a dying breed, little Vixin, and so be it.”
“How carelessly you throw them to our Order.” Vixin felt a sudden surge of conviction, only for the feeling of a lump in her throat to reveal its source. “Girls need their mothers.”
Rosila caressed the princess’s chin. “I’m hardly a mother worth replacing. I’ve seen your disapproving glances at my handling of them. Harsh as I’ve been, they’ll grow stronger than most. Still…” A rare hint of concern touched her expression. “You’ll watch over them, won’t you? As I’ve watched over you?”
Vixin opened her mouth to debate the point, though instead she nodded. “I’ll…always do what I can for them. Blood matters, mistress, and I shall not abandon them as you seem committed to do with this folly.”
Her relief couldn’t be entirely masked, though Rosila attempted to smirk. “Good girl. I did the same for you, you know. I waited until I was absolutely certain you could survive without me. Such was my purpose, and now that you’re pregnant with your true heir, I’ve received the final confirmation that my time has come.”
“You’re a fool.” Vixin blinked, shocked as she felt a dampness in her eyes.
“Oh, don’t pout. Do you not see the necessity?” Rosila tried to laugh as she grabbed Vixin’s hands, pulling them to grab her breasts. “You’ll always remember these as the firm orbs they are, rather than the sagging flesh they might have become.”
Vixin fought back a smile, feeling her mistress’s perky nipples against her palms. She pulled away when she found her willpower, folding her arms as she sulked.
Rosila didn’t cease, instead placing her hands upon Vixin’s hips. She traced her feminine curves with her fingers. “At least I may take comfort in knowing this flawless body shall never age. How divine you are…and what a privilege it has been to help you blossom, my sweet girl.”
Something in Rosila’s tone forced Vixin to clench her jaw. She fought against herself, only to feel tears trickle down her cheeks a moment later.
Pulling her close, Rosila embraced her with a masking smirk. “Don’t mourn me quite yet, little Vixin. I’ll still have one final lesson for you to endure.”
“You’re a fool…an utter fool…” Vixin muttered as her control faltered entirely. It mattered little if Fanir was watching, for she sobbed without restraint.
13th of Onis, 14 AVE.
Shai Domain, Between Nelzarshi and Zerdril.
The blizzard raged and Salik squinted with approval. The perfect mask for the coming bloodshed.
The Potentate’s orders had reached him just before night claimed the palace. He’d have to act fast, as even though word of the failed assassination attempt hadn’t yet arrived, there was no telling how long he’d have. Their caution would increase tenfold, and the very man Salik required access to was already locked beyond his reach.
Snow ripped past him in a flurry as he crouched silently, an unmoving statue peering down from a rooftop. He overlooked the small courtyard protecting the entrance, noting the positions of each guard by the flickering torches they held. They were beacons in the night, a mistake he’d be forced to punish.
Jidun may be locked away inside the protected wing of the palace with Sinshi, yet there were other ways to reach him. The vault, as the wing was called, held no windows nor known vulnerabilities. Salik could slay the guards at the reinforced door, though it’d be a simple thing for the occupants to lock it from inside. Only one true option remained. Salik would have to draw Jidun out.
Salik calmed himself with a breath, accepting a moment of peace that may be his last before moving into action. Sliding down the steep rooftop, he found his way to the ground before dashing towards his first victim. The light of the guard’s torch drew him closer through the night blizzard, his dagger ready. It was at the man’s throat an instant later, silently flicking a splash of dark purple upon the snow. An Arkos, the guard went limp as his torch fell, and Salik grabbed him by the front of his armor.
Two flickering torches talked in the center of the courtyard, complaining of the cold. Salik dragged the corpse through the snow, a figure approaching through the dark blizzard. Their conversation stopped the instant they spotted him, a masked specter with red eyes. He tossed the body at their feet.
Frozen, the pair of guards broke from their stunned state. One turned and ran, shouting as the other readied his sword. “Intruder! Murderer! Raise the alarm!”
Salik’s own blades were in his hands before the guard’s thin swords cut through the air. It was a simple thing to duck, swiping the Lanthian‘s feet from beneath him. The clattering of bells rang out above as he disappeared into the blizzard, watching as guards scurried into the courtyard.
Moving like a shadow through the snow, Salik’s blades claimed a guard with a quick slash, then another, each time spilling purple and green blood.
“Over there!” a guard shouted from one side of the courtyard, only to be corrected by another on the opposite side. “No, there! I see h-”
A severed head rolled through the snow, men slashing at shadows in the night. Someone screamed. Another torch was extinguished.
The snow moved as swiftly as Salik. He spun, parrying a lucky blow before removing the arm of an Arkos. The palace seemed to come alive, light filling windows as panic began to spread. Guards poured outside as they sought their unseen attacker, attempting to illuminate the area.
With his advantage slowly fading, Salik dashed towards the courtyard walls. He passed close to several guards, luring them into a chase. He found his way up to the rooftops, hearing men shouting as they struggled to follow.
“Over here! He’s up there!”
The slanted rooftop of the highest level of the palace fell away on either side, a slippery drop. Salik stepped onto the flat center beam, balancing as he waited. The guards hesitated, nearly losing their footing as the bravest pressed forward to meet him.
Their numerical advantage fell away, only able to challenge him in either direction. One from behind and one ahead approached, balancing as they walked down the center beam. Their blades came as one, an opponent for each of his own. Salik struck forwards, slashed backwards, parrying and dodging. His challengers were quickly replaced each time one fell, their bodies sliding down the steep roof. It was as if he were balancing upon a fallen log, enemies on either side.
Forward, back, spinning, Salik fought with deadly precision. There was no escape but a hard fall, yet it mattered little. His blades became his world, carving into the flesh of a Tazik, then a Lanthian. An Arkos scurried to meet him, only to slide and plummet to the ground below in a bleeding heap. A second Tazik challenged him, surprised when a simple misstep allowed Salik’s blade to open his throat. The Tazik’s deep blue blood poured forth before he fell, a contrast to his orange skin that Salik found to be beautiful.
He didn’t hate these men. He didn’t pity them. Their deaths were necessary to his mission, thus his blades danced with theirs. Archers attempted to fire upon him, only to hesitate when the blizzard proved to be too obscuring. He utilized his limited space to the fullest, rushing forward to drive his sword through the neck of an Arkos, before ducking and sweeping his leg to knock another behind him from his precarious perch.
Finally, he heard the shouts of his target down below. Jidun marched through the entrance, taking command over the catastrophe. No doubt Sinshi had ordered his favored assassin to regain order over the situation, just as Salik had intended.
Salik dropped after sheathing his swords, sliding down the roof to catch its edge. The wood strained beneath his grip as he stopped his fall, vanishing once more into the blizzard as he quickly descended. The guards that were struggling to reach the rooftops left the courtyard dark and minimally defended, and Jidun cried out as Salik rushed towards him through the ragging snow. An Arkos and a Tazik near him were quick to fall to Salik’s blades before he sheathed them.
“To me! To-” The assassin leader felt a hard fist slam into his stomach, requiring his strength to remain standing. He slashed at the shadow moving through the darkness, his blade meeting only air and snow.
Salik’s swords remained untouched as he dodged his opponent’s attacks. Jidun was a Dril, forbidden to be killed. Instead, he struck with his hands whenever he found an opening, narrowly avoiding losing a limb. Fighting mostly in the dark, a lucky strike from Jidun would have been his end, yet the blade slid off the black steel of Salik’s helmet.
The guards struggled once more to return to the ground, while others closer to their commander searched with panic. They began to close in, and a miscalculation from Jidun allowed Salik to grapple the man’s wrist and twist until he heard a snap. The sword dropped to the snowy ground as he screamed, only for Salik to slam the Dril’s head through a nearby window on the ground level of the courtyard.
“Over here!”
Shattering, the sound caused everyone to rush towards the window. Salik covered Jidun’s mouth, punching and pulling the man as they both fell to the ground outside the new opening. Salik nearly dragged him through the snow, the darkness and weather concealing their presence as the guards searched the broken window in a confused panic.
“He went inside!” someone shouted. “Where’s the commander?” another asked as several began to climb through the large window.
Jidun struggled until he felt the cold metal of a blade against his neck. Easing his resistance, he obeyed as Salik pulled him towards a side door. They moved to crouch, slipping inside unnoticed.
“Call out, and your life ends tonight,” Salik lied in a whisper. He then removed his hand from the man’s mouth, locking the door. They had found their way into a minor entrance hall used by the guards, small and damp.
The single candle hanging from the wall illuminated his captive, the Dril’s face trickled with blue blood. “I shall ask you a question, and you shall answer. Do so, and I vow to-” His words were cut off as a realization claimed him. Though he had thought the blood had been splashed when he slayed the Tazik near the man, he realized that it was instead flowing from the very cuts inflicted by the window’s glass. Salik’s red eyes briefly widened. “Hybrid.”
Jidun stepped back, clasping his injured wrist. “Damned…Potentate’s pet…”
Salik replaced the dagger with his sword, pressing the tip against Jidun’s throat. “Tazik blood flows in your veins. You know this means your death.”
“H…hold a moment…” Jidun said through teeth gritted in pain. “Don’t be rash. You…said you’d ask a question. Please…ask. I can be of use to you…”
“You command the agents responsible for the attacks against the Potentate, yes?” Salik asked quietly. “Quicky, Jidun, else they won’t find your corpse.”
Never had words hardly louder than a whisper struck such clear fear across a man’s features. “I…I do. It was…necessary, though The Potentate is a merciful man. He’d-”
“You’ll write a list of all Agents of Shai beneath your command. Every name. Every assassin. You’ll deliver it to the highest tower by morning.”
The sword remained pressed against his throat, making it difficult for the hybrid to swallow. “I…am spared, then?”
“You are Jidun of Clan Irsi. I know your name. I know your face. The moment I leave this room, I shall send a report of your true nature to my associate. Betray me. Play your tricks. Disobey. A single anonymous accusation of your parentage shall mean your end, for you won’t be able to conceal your blood. I don’t spare you. I require you. Play along, and I vow your death won’t come from me.” Salik’s red eyes never left his prey.
Jidun nearly shook, not daring to move. “I…will obey.”
Salik nodded without emotion. “When your men find you, tell them I fled to the village.”
Jidun was about to open his mouth before Salik’s fist slammed into his bleeding head without warning, sending him falling back into darkness.
48th of Onis, 14 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
Vixin waited patiently inside the dungeon chamber. Entirely naked as she sat upon a stool, she looked over the shelves lining the stone walls, with a pair of chained cuffs bolted to the center of the floor. How accustomed to such chambers she had grown, finding their oppressive decor nearly comforting. Buried beneath The Grand Pyramid, she felt safe and protected.
Rosila was hardly punctual, and the princess began to fall into her memories as the minutes slipped by. Once she would have been furious at being forced to wait for a non-royal. A false anger, of course, yet now she no longer bothered to pretend. Anticipation was all that remained, wondering just what awaited her.
This would be their final training together, Rosila had claimed. Already she had said her goodbye to The Sages, intent upon her decision no matter how many times Vixin tried to dissuade her. “Utter foolishness…” Vixin muttered as she pondered, not allowing the simmering emotions within her to come to the surface. Sorrow held no part in this, for she fully intended to enjoy every second of her coming torment.
An awareness tugged at her mind, a warning before the door flung open as Rosila marched inside. She was accompanied by two women dressed in small black loincloths typical of their Order. Vixin quickly stood to meet them, taken by surprise as her mistress kissed her deeply.
Rosila stepped back to assess her when they parted. “You’ve yet to begin showing. A shame, for I would have liked to see your belly swell with Salduin’s child.”
“It’s far too early, mistress.” Vixin regarded the two women, knowing their faces from the ranks of The Sages. She did little to conceal her nudity, feeling no remaining shame in such things.
“Oh? Did you think we’d be alone? I’ll require some assistance this final time,” Rosila explained before turning to the pair. “This is your mistress now, girls. Your commander, your ruler, your goddess. Let us ask if it’s her command now for the both of you to assist me in her torment.”
With the trio looking to her expectantly, Vixin finally felt her cheeks blush. Damn Rosila, for no matter how far Vixin delved into her submissive nature, her mistress always found new ways to humiliate her. She nodded, forced to actively give the order to bind and tease her.
“You see? Your new mistress desires for us to dominate her. Don’t disappoint.” Rosila pointed to the chained cuffs in the center of the floor. “Place yourself there, little Vixin. They’ll tend to the rest.”
Obediently, Vixin moved, feeling the cold stone floor against her back as she lowered herself. Lying in the center of the chamber, she offered no resistance as the pair locked her hands into the cuffs. They then parted to opposite sides of the room, each finding a winch mechanism built into either wall. A far smaller and simpler version of those used to lift city gates, each winch unwound a chain as the women pulled.
The pair brought the end of both chains to the center of the room, evidently familiar with Rosila’s intentions for the day. With a leather cuff attached to both chains, Vixin understood what was about to occur as they strapped them around her ankles.
Rosila stood over her victim with a cruel smile. “Now, bring her to me.”
The women began to turn the winches. The chains slowly retracted. Vixin’s flexible legs were forced apart, the chains pulling and pulling until her body was lifted from the floor. She rose, upside down as she dangled. The cuffs attached to the floor held her hands above her head.
Legs spread as wide as possible, her groin was raised to be level with Rosila’s chin. Naked, without a single piece of fabric to protect her, Vixin felt vulnerable as she remained entirely under her cruel mistress’s mercy.
“Such a pretty little pussy.” Rosila lightly ran her finger over the royal labia presented to her. “My good little breeder.”
Vixin tested her bindings as her mistress appreciated the sight of her, unable to do anything but love how helpless she felt. Her body pulled tight, she could hardly squirm as the finger caressed her sensitive lower lips.
“I shall tell you a secret, little Vixin. I care very little how this training will assist you today. Use these hours of torment to explore your limits and develop your willpower, or don’t. It matters not. This final session is solely for my enjoyment and nothing more.” Rosila ran her hand over her victim’s inner thigh. “I want to watch you squirm until you break.”
A rush of nervous excitement made Vixin shiver. “I’ve endured…everything you’ve inflicted upon me.”
“So you have, yet I offer no mercy today,” Rosila chuckled as she ran her hands over Vixin’s body. “You will beg me to stop, and find that we’ve only just begun.”
Vixin nearly felt a trickle of fear as the two women approached, both holding the blood-red feathers she had come to dread. A third was handed to Rosila, and she flicked its tip across Vixin’s belly. Instantly she felt the powerful aphrodisiacs of the tilicota feather tingling across her skin.
“Let us see how long an imperial princess’s resistance lasts,” Rosila teased before sweeping the feather over her thigh. The tingling forced Vixin to rattle her tight chains.
Vixin’s lips parted in a gasp as the feather slowly glided over her womanhood, igniting every nerve. It moved back and forth with agonizing slowness, forcing her to hold in a moan.
A nod from Rosila incited her companions to begin their work. They joined her, feathers licking up and down her thighs. The stimulation steadily built, testing her willpower. They ran down her sides, teased her perky breasts, and continued to explore. She withstood the intense tingling, biting her lip as she attempted to prove the strength of a Vaid.
Rosila’s feather licked back and forth, its edge sliding just between her pink lower lips. The aphrodisiacs drove her wild, craving more. It felt as though her loins began to burn with a deep need, each minute only adding to her desire.
The feather shifted to slowly circle its tip around her clit. She stifled a groan, her thighs subtly clenching. She could endure this, she knew. She had to.
The minutes slipped by as her arousal built, the stimulation guiding her towards her climax. Pleasure gathered in her loins, slowly, gradually, until her impending orgasm was nearly within reach. It didn’t surprise her when her mistress slowed, holding her on the edge of her climax. Each flick of the feather proved just enough to maintain her pleasure, unable to grant her the climax she craved.
“This…ahh…is nothing new…” Vixin dared, even as frustration poured into her.
Yet Rosila never stopped. Her feather caressed her victim’s pussy as each minute passed. The women continued to explore her, leaving trails of a tingling sensation everywhere they touched.
Held at the very edge, Vixin flexed her fingers as she attempted to focus on anything else. The tingling stimulation between her legs demanded attention, an unreachable orgasm taunting her with each passing moment.
Rosila finally removed her feather, though not through kindness. She leaned forwards until her mouth met Vixin’s labia, her tongue beginning its expert work. Her victim couldn’t help but moan despite her efforts. She seemed to know exactly where to lick, forcing Vixin’s toes to curl.
Rosila pulled away just in time. “I shall miss this taste more than any other.” She lovingly caressed the lower lips on display before her tongue returned. Again the princess was edged. Again she was denied. “Even the way you twitch is simply perfection. Your pussy is begging to cum, my sweet girl.”
Vixin squeezed her hands in frustration, unwilling to beg despite what her body demanded. She was entirely helpless, unable to achieve the orgasm she so desperately desired, and loving every second.
Rosila denied her twice more before pulling back to savor the sight. “That’s enough of a warm-up. Shall we begin?”
“Warm…up?” Confusion claimed Vixin for an instant as the exploring feathers moved down her sides. Her pussy throbbed with need as she was granted a moment of rest, only for her panic to erupt as they began to frantically flick up and down over her underarms. Her body shook as she was tickled, unable to hold in her cries.
“Ah, there’s my ticklish little princess!” Rosila chuckled, returning her own feather between her legs. It began to lick back and forth over the princess’s clit with precision. “Did you think I had grown soft?”
Vixin’s panicked laughs echoed through the chamber as the women tickled her, the aphrodisiacs of the feathers only overstimulating her skin further. She tried to thrash, her chains pulled too tight to offer any movement. Bursts of sensitivity claimed her clit with each flick, unable to escape.
“Surely an imperial princess can endure, can’t you?” Rosila taunted. She tickled Vixin’s vagina before leaning in to suck on her sensitive bud, then returned her feather. Tickling, sucking, tickling, driving her victim into madness.
“Please! St…stop!” Vixin laughed, shaking uncontrollably as they continued. Her resistance melted away instantly, every second pushing her far beyond what she could endure. “Mercy! Mercy!”
“Oh, didn’t you hear my words?” The edge of Rosila’s feather slipped just between her lower lips, sliding back and forth frantically. “I offer no mercy.”
Vixin nearly screamed, body squirming as she did everything she could to get away. Their relentless assault never ceased, tickling until she felt as though she’d lose her mind.
One of the women moved from her underarms to attack her foot, feather sliding up and down. They never eased their intensity no matter how hard Vixin begged, her mind racing. She needed to get away. She needed to escape. She needed to…cum.
Utterly at their mercy, she moaned in submission. She was merely an object to torment, her cries meaning nothing. A deep, consuming arousal threatened to overpower her, nearly forced into an orgasm that would have shattered her mind. Rosila quickly pulled away, forcing Vixin to scream in frustration and absolute bliss as she was denied once more.
“Good girl. Squirm! Beg! It won’t help you,” Rosila taunted, her tone dripping with arousal. She allowed her freehand to slide between her own thighs, tending to her growing needs. Her tongue returned to pleasure her captive, knowing exactly when to pull away each time.
How quickly she could shatter, her resistance falling away. The passing minutes brought no end as Vixin pulled against her restraints. Her sensitive skin would have made any ordinary feather a deadly opponent, yet the aphrodisiacs of the tilicota feathers were enough to strip away anything remaining to her. She was no longer a princess. No longer Vixin. She was merely a squirming creature desperate to cum.
Well beyond what she could endure, her limits devastated and destroyed, the tickling gradually eased until they returned to exploring her body. She gasped for breath, hanging limply in her chains as she clung to sanity. No rest was permitted, however, as Rosila discarded her feather before sliding two fingers into Vixin’s tortured pussy. She began to caress her most sensitive areas as her tongue continued to assault her clit.
Edged, denied. Edged, denied. Every orgasm was pulled from her grasp. She was brought to the very verge of her climax, held there until she felt that anticipation could strangle her, only to cry out in frustration as it was yanked away.
“Please…please let me cum!” Vixin begged as Rosila’s fingers began to thrust in and out quickly. She was a goddess of feminine pleasure, able to drive Vixin wild within seconds.
“Shall I?” Her mistress pretended to consider, pleasuring herself to the sight. “No, I don’t think I will. I prefer this perfect soaking pussy to be nice and denied.”
Vixin moaned in frustrated agony as the two women began to caress her body with their other hands. They fondled her breasts, licked her nipples, and returned their feathers to lightly tickle her underarms. She squirmed, feeling her own juices leaking down her body as her mistress never ceased pleasuring her.
It seemed as though an eternity had passed as an hour slipped by. Then two. Then three. Rosila cried out in orgasm after orgasm as she enjoyed every second of Vixin’s torture, each time filling Vixin with an envy that threatened to kill her. She wanted to cum, needed to cum, her entire body burning with an obsession. Soon, she nearly felt as though she could forget what a climax felt like, knowing only denial.
Rosila’s legs quivered, her fingers drenched in royal juices before she reached down to caress Vixin’s belly. “It’s time, little Vixin. You’ve satisfied me for now, though we’ve only just begun. Go on. You have my permission to cum.”
“W…what if I don’t…know how…anymore?” Vixin muttered, her pussy soaking wet. She had lost count of how many times she had been denied long ago.
A chuckle escaped her mistress. “Have I truly broken you? Sweet girl, you don’t have a choice. I order you to squirt.”
Dominated, overstimulated, denied, Vixin’s submissive instincts were a raging fire within her. Her pleasure belonged to this woman, no longer in her control. She felt Rosila’s tongue against her clit, flicking back and forth. She strained in her bindings, finally screaming as she achieved the orgasm she had obsessed over. Her royal juices squirted hard, drenching her mistress’s face as Vixin’s silver eyes rolled back.
“Good girl!” Rosila encouraged, enraptured by the sight.
Finally, as her mind nearly shattered, Vixin hung limply in her chains. She felt her own juices trickling down her bound body, reaching her own chin, her loins pulsating with the remnants of her pleasure.
Rosila moved to the shelves upon the walls, making several selections before returning. “You survived. Well done, though I’m hardly finished.”
Attempting to break from her dazed state, Vixin watched as one of the women unlocked her wrists. “W…what are you going to do to me?”
“A good question.” Rosila presented a thick roll of black slinion silk before moving behind her bound apprentice. Grabbing her wrists without explanation, she forced her arms behind her back before beginning to wrap them tightly together.
Vixin offered no resistance, far too curious to complain. The woven webbing that made up the sticky black silk wrapped and wrapped until her arms were entirely covered, bound together as one. Next, she began to wrap the silk around Vixin’s waist, binding her arms tightly against her back. Around and around, she wrapped Vixin’s upper body up to her neck in the skintight material. The constricting silk displayed every detail of her body, even allowing the small buds of her hard nipples to poke out just enough to be noticeable. “Mistress…this is rather tight. What are you-”
Her words were stopped as Rosila continued, wrapping up her neck and covering her mouth in the flexible material. When she didn’t cease wrapping, Vixin released muffled protests as the silk was wrapped to cover her eyes, leaving only her nostrils to breathe.
Stepping back to appreciate her work, Rosila chuckled as she appreciated how the flexible fabric displayed Vixin’s perfectly feminine form even as no inch of skin above her waist remained visible. “Did you know, sweet girl, that the northern humans mummify their dead with slinion silk? Your father has considered claiming the tradition as our own. Before he makes up his mind, I’d like to witness this method for myself. I must say, I’m not disappointed.”
Struggling in her tight wrappings, Vixin once more pulled against the chains holding her legs apart.
“Don’t grow impatient, for I’m nearly finished.” Rosila opened a small box that one of the women presented, removing a vibshir of bright green. Vixin was startled as she heard the quiet vibration approaching, unable to see as Rosila spread open her soaking lower lips. Her mistress pushed the vibshir deep into her vaginal canal, only to retrieve another. “The remainder of the day and tonight will be quite lonely for you, so out of kindness, I’ll allow my vibshirs to keep you company.”
Vixin squirmed as she felt the vibrating slug within her pussy, releasing a muffled plea that went unheard. She felt another slide into her tight slit, then another, until three were buzzing away lightly within her vagina.
“Hmm, perhaps one more should do it.” Rosila picked up the last, placing it upon Vixin’s aching clit. The little slug suctioned to her bud, beginning to vibrate after a stroke from its mistress. “I’ve chosen a few favorites that won’t prove to be overly intense. Thank me, when you’re able to. Now, don’t resist.”
The assisting women began to unwind the winch, loosening the chains until Vixin was lowered to the floor. They quickly unlocked her, pushing her legs together as Rosila resumed her work. She wrapped the princess’s ankles together, gradually moving upwards until Vixin’s legs were tightly wrapped together. No inch of her skin remained uncovered.
“Now, we shall leave you to rest. Don’t worry, little Vixin, for I shall return in the morning. Enjoy yourself!”
Vixin cried out, her voice muffled as she began to squirm on the floor. She heard a door open and shut, abandoned to her fate.
Alone, she couldn’t help but moan as she tested her new bindings. Wrapped tightly from head to toe, she had never felt more submissive in her entire existence. She struggled to move, each realization at how utterly bound and helpless she truly was causing a warmth to grow between her legs.
The vibshirs continued to vibrate within her. Trained to maintain a low frequency buzzing, they teased her as she squirmed. She thrashed upon the floor with a panic that excited her, blind and alone. She moaned, the thrill of her predicament mixing with the vibration proving to be too much. She shuddered as she climaxed.
Her finish brought no end to her bondage, of course. The vibshirs continued to vibrate, coaxing her sensitivity. She could focus on nothing else, blinded and unable to move. Minutes passed before her pleasure peeked once more, feeling her juices moisten between her bound legs as she orgasmed.
The horror of her predicament soon became evident. As the hour dragged by endlessly, she found herself climaxing several times, each making her more sensitive. The next hour proved to be the same, and the next. She squirmed, realizing that no end approached.
Using her legs to arch her back, her muffled cries accompanied her bucking hips as she climaxed. The pleasure she felt, once something she savored every moment of, soon became something to fear. Hour after hour, she slowly grew to dread her orgasms, her pussy aching with sensitive overstimulation. Utterly restricted and constrained, she could focus on nothing but the buzzing in her pussy.
True panic began to claim her then, struggling to free herself from her mummification. She was entirely helpless, incapable of doing anything to stop the vibrations. She moaned, writhing on the stone floor in a desperate attempt to escape. Her royal body wiggled fruitlessly, powerless and moaning.
Hours brought no freedom, her fighting doing nothing to save her. She considered using her powers, uncertain if the silk was flammable. It was far too risky, unwilling to risk being set on fire. Instead, she could do little but wiggle and strain within her wrappings.
There was no telling how long she remained bound, her world becoming nothing more than the vibration between her legs. She screamed, knowing no help would arrive.
When she had nearly lost her mind, she heard the door open once more. It was a sound more joyous than she could imagine, whimpering into her gag.
“Such a perfect sight, seeing that gorgeous body of yours struggle,” she heard Rosila’s voice say nearby. “Oh? Did you think I’ve come to free you? I merely want to watch.”
Vixin cried out once more, attempting to wiggle her way towards the voice. She bumped into something, and was rewarded by the feeling of a foot touching her head. It pressed down, pinning her against the ground.
“You…ahh…should know better than to expect my mercy…ahh…by now,” Rosila said. Vixin heard the pleasure in her voice, her keen ears hearing the slightly wet sound of something moving. She realized that her mistress was pleasuring herself to the sight, making her shudder. Never had she been more humiliated, reduced to a creature FAR lower than even a slave. She orgasmed instantly, her body shaking.
Rosila watched her struggle for over an hour as her apprentice squirmed, thrashed, and squirted. Vixin’s advanced nose could smell her mistress’s juices dripping down her thighs. Her mind felt as though it had long since melted away, broken to her foundations. She climaxed a final time, realizing a pathetic whimper. Her body ached. Her vagina was ravished by vibrations. She didn’t want to cum.
Moaning as her own orgasm passed, Rosila relaxed with a deep breath. She then crouched down, lightly petting her victim’s head. “Are you ready to be freed, little Vixin? Are you ready to be an imperial princess once more? Or should I leave you as a mere worm?”
Vixin mustered the strength to plead. It earned a laugh, and she heard the sheath of a dagger sliding. Her mistress began to cut at her wrappings, careful to never harm her royal skin as she carefully peeled away the sticky material.
Freeing her apprentice’s body, Rosila discarded her blade as she forced the princess’s thighs apart. She gently reached inside, pulling the vibrating slugs from her overstimulated pussy.
Finally escaping her mummification, Vixin breathed deeply, only to feel tears gathering in her eyes. Rosila immediately pulled her close, holding Vixin’s head to her breasts. “Quiet now, sweet girl. You survived.”
Drenched in perspiration and her own juices, Vixin allowed Rosila to hold her. Her mistress gently stroked her black hair, caressing her lovingly. For a moment she felt safe and realized that she had begun to openly weep.
“My girl, it’s over,” Rosila said in a soft tone.
“No.” Vixin felt a rattling breath escape her. “It’s over. Forever.” A thought of her mother found her, knowing Rosila’s coming intentions. “You’re leaving…too.”
Rosila kissed her head. “So I am.”
Vixin nearly clung to her, as if it’d stop the inevitable. She felt the older woman touch her belly, caressing her gently.
“We disappear, though new generations replace us. Care for this one. Raise it well.” Rosila rubbed the first hints of Vixin’s pregnancy. “What a pleasure it has been to know you, little princess.”
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