Vaid Empire: Legends
A Mistress’s Cruelty
19th of Iahta, 18 AVE.
Kingdom of Cendia, Xenri.
The garden was a vibrant display of every color Vildir could imagine, yet only one flower caught his eye. She stood there, his mistress, The High Lady Miria of The Xenri District. Dipping a toe into the warm water of the hot springs, the shroud that flowed around her body danced in the breeze.
When she caught her obedient slave’s sneaky gaze, she merely smiled. Slowly, she lowered the thin fabric, revealing her slender shoulders. Pristine pale skin nearly glowed in the evening daylight like smooth marble. When the fabric slid down to expose her breasts, Vildir’s breath caught in his throat. Round and perky, they never failed to stun him.
More of his young mistress’s body was revealed until she discarded the shroud altogether. Raising her arms to playfully stretch her lithe form, Miria smirked at her voyeur, savoring his obsession.
“Come, Vil. Won’t you help me prepare for tonight?” A summoning finger urged him closer.
“As you wish, mistress,” he muttered in response. Every step closer to his owner quickened his heart, feeling bare beneath her teasing eyes. The loincloth tied around his hips did little to conceal his desire, nor prevent a chuckle of amusement from her pretty lips. A gentle hand ran over his exposed thigh, making him tremble.
“You’ve been a good boy, Vil. In mere hours, your torment shall end,” she promised in her sensual tone that nearly brought the young man to his knees. “Come. Clean your mistress. I won’t face my guests unless I’m spotless.”
Eager to obey, Vildir led her by the hand into the shallow pool. Waist deep, he guided her to sit upon one of the rocks that formed the edge of the hot springs. No command was necessary, for he began his familiar work by cupping his hands to pour a stream of warm water down her chest.
“Has the chamber been prepared?” she asked, leaning her head back when he began to wash her silky black hair. It flowed down her shoulders like dark waterfalls, following the round edges of her young breasts.
“Yes, mistress. Everything has been arranged to fit your specifications.” He ran his fingers through her hair. Her soft strands were second only to the softness of her skin, and when he grabbed a soaking cloth, he snuck a caress as he glided the cloth down her arm. The feeling of her body felt inhuman, exquisite, as if touching the skin of a goddess. As an illegitimate daughter of The God Emperor, a Vaidspawn, she truly was divine. He shuddered with an aching need, feeling his manhood twitch.
“What of my guests?” she asked, seeing his hesitation when his hand moved to wash her breasts.
The cloth lightly jiggled the perky flesh of her mounds with every rub, brushing gently over her pink nipples. Once more his manhood twitched. “All invitations have been returned with confirmations. Everyone shall attend tonight’s…” Vildir blushed, as if fearing the word.
Miria chuckled. “Don’t be coy, Vil. You of all people should be eager for tonight.” A hand crept beneath his loincloth, receiving a surprised gasp as a finger teased the head of his cock. “How long has it been?”
“Nearly a full month, mistress,” he replied, only to tremble as she took his testicles in her grasp.
Tilting her head, she massaged his vulnerable orbs with a smirk. “You’ve upheld your word, then? Even in your own chambers, you haven’t found relief?”
He shook his head, releasing a subtle whimper when her grasp grew tighter. “N…no, mistress. I gave you my word.”
“Good boy.” A vicious grin spread across her lips, easing her hold. “My poor denied Vildir. This month must have been maddening, yet it’ll be worth the reward. Remind me, what did I promise?”
Blushing, he nearly moaned from the mere touch of his High Lady. “I…I shall be permitted to join you tonight, mistress.”
She chuckled, as if toying with her prey. “Ah, yes, that was it. No doubt you’re excited to feel between a woman’s thighs for the first time.” She tapped her lips playfully as if catching herself. “Aside from your fingers and tongue, of course.”
Swallowing, he twitched once more at the thought. He hadn’t merely been promised the touch of a woman, but his woman. After a year in her service, tending to her every need and pleasure, High Lady Miria would make him a man.
“Oh? What’s this? Are you…” Releasing her grip, a finger ran up his firm length. “Well, my little Vil is ready. Why don’t you take care of yourself for me, like you used to?”
Vildir’s breaths quickened nervously, yet he obeyed. Wrapping his fingers around his manhood, he began to stroke for her amusement, releasing a whimper as his aching need begged for a release.
“Stop before you reach your limit, of course, else you’ll receive nothing tonight,” she commanded in a strict tone. “Merely grant my property a taste of what it’ll soon feel.”
Lips parting in a moan, he watched as Miria’s other hand caressed her own thigh beneath the water. Her feminine legs parted with a hungry grin, as if she savored his submission. “Yes…mistress.” Every stroke stirred his trapped lust, threatening to boil over. A thought of tonight nearly proved too much, knowing that before her guests would receive a chance at enjoying her touch, he’d be the first.
Watching, her hand traced closer and closer to the valley between her legs. After a minute, however, her amusement began to fade. His display of obedience was simply no longer enough, and she rested against the rocks with disinterest. Yet, when she watched the agony of her slave’s denial as he forced himself to pull away a moment before he would’ve found his relief, her smirk returned. “Frustrating, isn’t it?”
Nodding, Vildir felt the throbbing of his loins begging for more, yet he obeyed, clasping his hands behind his back.
“Endure. Oh, tonight is going to be fun.” A cruel smirk reclaimed her expression. “Come. Finish your duty. When you’re done bathing me, I’ll grant you a gift I’ve been saving for quite a while.”
***
When Miria had been dried and dressed in an exquisite loincloth of flowing black silk, Vildir followed his pale mistress inside Castle Xenri as the sun hung low in the sky. Walking through the halls, passing guards and servants, he walked behind her like a well-kept pet. It was only fitting that the young High Lady favored him, for the rest were remnants of her mother’s rule, while he was her victory.
Making their way to the upper floors of the castle, they slowed as they wandered through a secluded corridor. Banners of Miria’s House decorated the walls, flickering with the light of newly lit candles as the sunlight began to fade, stretching shadows across the floor.
As they passed a portrait of Miria’s mother, the former High Lady Jandra, she came to a stop. “Do you know what legacy is, Vil? Can a mere slave understand its importance?”
“Yes, mistress,” he replied nervously.
If she had heard him, it mattered little, for she continued. “Legacy is why our guests have been invited. Legacy is why they’ll all try to grant me an heir tonight.” She met him with a smirk. “I purchased you to celebrate my ascension after my mother died. Perhaps you’ll be the one to grant me my heir.”
The thought made his back straighten, blushing. The possibility had been so absurd, he had denied it. A slave fathering a future High Lord or Lady? Was he worthy?
“Remember your own legacy tonight. Perhaps when you fill me with your seed, you’ll sire a bloodline worth remembering.” She gestured for him to follow. “Of course, you’ll have to endure a final gift before that may occur. Come.”
Entering Miria’s private chambers, she retrieved a small box from the table beside her bed. Presenting it with a harsh smile, she removed the lid for him to see.
Confusion and fear mixed within his expression as he beheld his ‘gift’. “A…chastity cage, mistress?”
A nod sealed his fate. “Your chastity cage.”
“But you…you promised I’d-”
“Careful, for I won’t tolerate a word of disobedience,” she interrupted with a tone that offered no mercy. “A High Lady must uphold her promises, and I intend to fulfill mine. You’ll have your release tonight. You’ll have a chance to grant me an heir. For the next few hours, however, I’d have you prove your loyalty by wearing this.”
“Loyalty?” Never had he granted her a reason to doubt him, nor would he now. “If that is your wish…mistress.”
“Good. You’ve endured this long. What’s a few more hours with a little extra…security?” She picked up the cage, tapping it with a finger tauntingly. “It would amuse me.”
Reluctantly, he stood without resistance as his mistress removed his loincloth, leaving him bare. With nothing to protect him, she slowly slid the cage upon his manhood. The only complaint he offered was a quiet wince as it covered his aching shaft, feeling his loins scream for a release.
When the click of a lock sealed his cock inside, trapped by constricting metal, Miria peered at him with a gaze that dripped with arousal. “My good little Val, ever so obedient.” A flick upon his cage made him quiver. “Locked and helpless.”
Her tone made Vildir bite his lip, hearing her cruelty. “What…must I do, mistress?”
“Endure.” She giggled, granting the cage a caress he couldn’t feel before walking towards the door. “I’ll retrieve you when it’s time.”
Watching her depart, he stood in silence, feeling the constricting metal locked around his cock. Alone, he waited, knowing hours sat ahead before he’d find freedom.
He eventually sat upon the edge of her bed, trying to pass the time as he fought to ignore the trapped need between his legs. The feeling of her soft sheets only coaxed his memories. How many nights had he been summoned to her side? How often had his hand glided between two soft thighs to relieve her urges? How many hours had his tongue served his mistress, savoring her intoxicating taste?
From the moment she had brought him into Castle Xenri, he had fantasized about the feeling of her tight young body. Always had his virgin manhood been neglected, receiving little more than a taunting caress, or her watchful gaze as he satisfied himself. Tonight, however, his fantasies would come true.
Temptation proved too much to bear, and Vildir tugged at his cage. It remained snug, locked, inescapable. He tried to sneak a finger beneath, to feel a single hint of the stimulation his cock begged for, only to groan in defeat.
There was nothing he could do but wait. Second after second, minute after minute, feeling his loins aching as he imagined sliding inside his mistress. Others would take their turns, of course, mixing their seed with his, yet for a few moments, she’d be entirely his.
Her words echoed in his head. “Legacy.” The thought was torture, a possibility that drove him wild, squeezing his cage helplessly. Could he truly get her pregnant? Would a slave’s seed defeat the rest? Never had he dared to imagine his child upon a throne, yet now the thought clung to him, inescapable.
Hour after hour, he endured the torment of his anticipation, throbbing, craving a single touch upon his neglected cock. When the door opened once more, he jumped to his unsteady feet, trembling with lust.
“There you are. I almost forgot about you,” Miria said. She peered down to assess her slave’s predicament, grinning at the sight of his helpless cock. The key to his cage now decorated a new necklace around her slender neck, hanging between her breasts. “Unfortunately, our guests seem to have started without you. Come. We better hurry.”
Vildir followed closely, almost stepping on her feet from behind. They descended a staircase, arriving outside a large wooden door with guards standing at either side. Blushing, he covered his cage from their sight, hearing a mixture of music and moans echoing from inside the chamber ahead.
As the door opened, he was greeted with the sight of a dozen bare bodies lounging upon cushions that were littered about the large room. Men and women sat in pairs, trios, or watched alone, intermixing, groaning, caressing, swapping. Slaves played instruments in a rear corner, out of sight.
Miria shot Vildir a smirk, enjoying his gawking expression. It was one thing to plan an orgy, and another to truly witness the result. “Well? Are you coming?”
Nodding like an eager pet, he followed her into the chamber. The door closed behind, sealing them inside. Curious eyes sought out the newcomers from across the room, chuckling at his cage before bowing their heads in respect for their High Lady.
Vildir tried to cover himself, only for Miria to smack his hand aside. He felt his cock twitch at the sight of gorgeous women lounging around him. He knew their names, though not their faces, having sent out invitations to close friends of Miria, Administrators of neighboring villages, and wealthy citizens of Xenri. With the city’s ports ever growing, there was no end of candidates eager for an exclusive place as The High Lady’s ‘guest’. Miria had evidently selected the best.
A woman moaned as a man pushed his hips between her parted thighs. Vildir nearly shivered with lust, for every second of delay was an agony. When his mistress led him to a large cushion in the center of the chamber, he whimpered when she eased onto her back, parting her thighs.
“It’s time, Vil. Go on. Take your turn,” Miria said, lying back seductively. The loincloth hung between her thighs to conceal what he craved most. When he tugged at his cage, she frowned. “Oh? What’s wrong? Don’t you want to breed me?”
“Mistress…the cage,” he said in desperation as his panic grew.
“Ah, yes. Poor Vildir is locked away, isn’t he?” She grabbed the key, dangling it for him to see. “You need me to unlock you.”
“Yes. Please…mistress.”
She pretended to consider his request. When she shook her head, the key fell between her breasts. “You know, I think I’ve changed my mind.”
The words felt like daggers in his chest. “You…you promised-”
“I did promise, though now I changed my mind. A High Lady needs to uphold her word, though only to real people. Slaves are owed nothing.” A smile spread across her cruel expression.
Unbelieving his reality, his lips parted in disbelief.
She licked her lips, as if savoring the sight of his betrayal. “Oh, that was rather harsh of me, wasn’t it? I suppose your loyal service has earned you a reward, even if you’re denied what I promised. You may have the truth.” She traced a finger beneath the edge of her loincloth, taunting him. “You’re not going to fuck me. You’re not going to cum tonight. I could say my promises were cleverly twisted words, but in truth, I simply lied to you. Blatantly.”
“How could you-”
“You were so trusting, letting me lock you away. Of course, you upheld your word, didn’t you? This entire month, you could’ve spent your nights cumming until you were utterly spent. Alone in your sleeping quarters, I’d have no way to know, yet you didn’t. You obeyed, denying yourself, believing there was a glorious release waiting for you at the end of your suffering.” She tilted her head. “There isn’t.”
The room felt like it was spinning. Vildir knelt on the edge of the cushion, pleading. “Don’t do this. Please…mistress…I’ve been loyal!”
“Good boy.” She caressed herself through her loincloth, lightly wetting the black silk with her juices. “Beg. Oh, little Vil, I’ve grown so bored of you. Watching your submission simply hasn’t been enough, yet now, I get to watch you ache.”
His cage twitched, helpless to escape. “Please…”
She looked around the room. “I’ll still receive the heir I need, though you’ll simply have to watch. Tell me, who should I pick first?” She put a finger to her lips in thought. “Ah, him. Go on. Bring him to me.”
Blushing, Vildir moved closer between her legs. “Please…let me serve…let me have my chance…”
“Oh, you’ll serve. Perhaps if you do well, I’ll change my mind.” She shrugged playfully. “Well, you know I won’t. Now, obey, or I might have you castrated. Which fate shall be worse, I wonder?”
Hesitating, every second risked her ire. With a blush of absolute defeat, he bit his lip before standing. The eyes of their guests seemed to burn into him, taunting, judging, making him tremble as he reached Miria’s selected mate.
“High Lady Miria…wishes for you to…join her,” he muttered reluctantly, feeling his cheeks grow a bright red with humiliation. Forced to lead his replacement to his mistress, Vildir watched as she seductively caressed her own breasts in anticipation.
“It’s an honor, my lady,” the man said with a smooth smile, kneeling between her thighs.
Reaching between her legs, she caressed the thick shaft hanging before her with desire, nearly purring. “Oh, this is truly worthy to sire my heir.” Her lusts only paused to address her slave. “Vil, why don’t you assist our guest here? It seems there’s something in the way. Why don’t you reveal what should have been yours?”
Whimpering, he wanted to flee, only to obey when her icy eyes offered no alternative. Slowly, he unclasped her loincloth. A gentle pull dragged the silk out of the way, revealing a wet vagina that was ready for his cock.
“Vil, you’re pouting while our guest kneels here, waiting for your help. That’s quite rude,” she chuckled. “Go on. Guide him inside me.”
Lips parting to argue, he once more surrendered to his mistress. Gently grabbing the shaft that would steal his reward, he guided him forwards, pressing his tip against his mistress’s pretty labia. A thrust made her moan. Vildir remained at their side, devastated as the man sunk deep into the vagina he had served.
“Ooohhh…yes!” Miria cried out. “Watch…Vil! Watch what you’ll never feel!”
Loins aching, he felt that his testicles would burst at the sight, watching the man’s hips rise and fall. Another’s cock pushed in and out of his mistress. Jealousy spread through his veins with every heartbeat. He tugged at his cage, feeling trapped, helpless, unable to do anything but whimper.
“Beg, Vil! I told you to beg!”
“Please mistress…I need to…to…”
“Say it! Tell me what you need!”
Grimacing, he squeezed his cage. “I…I need to cum…”
She moaned, as if his words brought her more pleasure that the cock buried deep inside of her. “Ooohh…good boy! Let me hear your desperation…”
“Please…let me cum…” he muttered, feeling desire torturing his loins.
Miria reached over to caress his cage. “It must be…ahh…SO frustrating to watch…ahh…another man enjoy what you can’t. Are you throbbing? Are you…ahh…losing your mind?”
“Yes…mistress. Please…” The touch of her hand was taunting, unable to feel her fingers.
“He’s going to cum…deep inside me…” She cupped Vildir’s testicles. “They’re all going to breed me…while you kneel here and beg. They’ll sire my heir…while you remain locked away…ahh…never to impregnate anyone!”
Panic forced him closer. “N…never?”
She nodded with satisfaction, enjoying every second of his denial. “Never.”
“No…please, mistress. I…I always wanted children. Please…I’ll serve you better than before! I’ll-”
“The choice is mine, and I’ve…ahh…decided that my little Vil shall never breed.” She rubbed his testicles as her body slightly rocked with every thrust. “Of what value is a slave’s bloodline…ahh…in any case?”
“Legacy,” the word echoed in his head. “Please, why are you-”
“There’s no biological reason you shouldn’t breed. Your cock…ahh…is perfectly adequate. In fact…ahh…you’re quite handsome in many ways. Another mistress would’ve gladly permitted you to sire children…ahh…with female slaves, but alas, you’re mine.” She tightened her grip. “The only reason you’re denied…ahh…is simply because there is nothing else in the world that makes me wetter than controlling your cock without mercy. Your bloodline shall end…ahh…simply because it pleases me. You’ll never fuck a woman…ahh…because I enjoy watching you squirm in desperation. Your body is mine to control. Your…ahh…pleasure is mine to deny. Your cock is mine to lock up, and your seed is mine to waste!”
Vildir watched her in stunned disbelief as his new reality seeped in. A squeeze made him whimper, entirely at her mercy.
“Poor little Vil…ahh…shall never sire children…” she chuckled, moaning as she watched the agony upon her slave’s face. “Watch him cum inside me! Watch him breed your mistress while your own bloodline dies with you!”
The man bucked his hips wildly, pounding into her relentlessly while Vildir watched. Finally, with a deep groan, he flooded her fertile body with his seed.
“Ooohhh yes! Get me pregnant!” Miria commanded, rolling her eyes back with pleasure. When the man was finished, he pulled his cock free, letting his seed trickle from her used labia.
The sight tortured Vildir, feeling his cock twitch with an envy that threatened to destroy him.
Pulling her slave closer when the man departed, she forced Vildir’s face between her thighs. “Clean me…for the next!”
“Mistress…please…I-”
Forcing his lips to her leaking labia, she moaned as he obeyed. His tongue lapped at her flawless vagina, making her hips grind against his face.
Vildir tasted the pleasure of another while his was denied. His seed was promised a chance to sire her heir. Instead, it remained trapped inside, never to enter a womb.
“Good boy.” She gestured to the next man as others waited their turn. “Come!”
The next eagerly replaced the first as Vildir submissively moved aside. Once more he guided the man’s cock inside. Once more his own loins screamed for release.
“How…does it feel?” Miria asked her current lover.
“You’re…you’re a goddess!” the man replied.
She chuckled. “Poor Vil…you’ll never know the feeling of a woman…ahh…nor the feeling of me. You’re not merely denied an ordinary vagina…for the loins of a Vaidspawn feel FAR more exquisite!”
As if to confirm her words, her lover groaned in ecstasy, fueling Vildir’s jealousy tenfold.
“I’m very fertile…Vil. These men are going to get me pregnant…and you’ll have to help raise my baby. Will it destroy you…ahh…to care for your mistress’s heir…knowing it could’ve been yours?” She ran a taunting hand over her flat midriff. “Will it drive you to insanity…ahh…to raise a second…and a third child…knowing I won’t permit you to sire any of your own?”
Vildir groaned in desperation. “Please…have mercy…mistress…”
She began to rub her nipple between two fingers. Her other hand grabbed the key to his cage, squeezing it tightly. “Oohhh…I own you! I own your cock!”
Helplessly denied, he tugged his cage as lust threatened to overwhelm him. “Please…let me cum…please…let me cum…”
Her lover cried out, burying his cock as deeply as he could reach. His seed spurted inside her, claiming her gorgeous body. Vildir was forced to clean her once more, preparing her for the next breeder.
“Oh, I’ve been so selfish.” Miria smirked when he finished licking between her legs. “Vil, why don’t you tend to our other guests?”
A part of him wanted to remain, to stay at his mistress’s side, obsessing over the thought of cumming inside of her. The rest of him felt relief, eager to find refuge from his jealousy and humiliation. He obeyed, feeling the eyes of the guests judging his caged form.
“You! Over here!” a woman summoned him. A beautiful brunette, she lounged upon a cushion with her legs parted, commanding him to kneel. “What skill does High Lady Miria’s personal slave have, I wonder?”
He was forced to answer her question, obeying as she guided his head between her thighs. The taste of her was that of an ordinary woman, quite different from the intoxicating sweetness of his mistress. Even still, he lapped at her folds like the dutiful servant he was, making her moan.
“Legacy.” The memory of Miria’s words struck him once more. His child wouldn’t sit upon the throne of Xenri. His child wouldn’t exist at all. With his hands caressing the brunette’s womanly thighs, he knew he’d be more than content to impregnate an ordinary woman, yet even that had been denied him.
What he thought would be his refuge became his new torment. His cock ached, wanting to breed with the woman before him. He wanted to fill her womb with his trapped seed, to get anyone pregnant.
When she found her orgasm, he lapped at her juices, only to be claimed by another. A petite girl, she sought a taste of her companion’s pleasure. When he knelt between her thighs, he found her labia to be decorated with piercings of solid gold. The wealthy vagina before him was yet another his trapped cock would never feel.
Another claimed his service, then another. His tongue and fingers brought them to a satisfied finish, while his own relief never came. He wanted to scream, to tug his cage until he felt a hint of stimulation. Instead, he served women he was forbidden to impregnate, hearing his mistress’s moans echoing nearby.
His body felt like it was in panic, obsessed with cumming inside anything fertile in a desperate attempt to save his bloodline. No matter how much he throbbed, nor how deeply he ached, his seed remained locked away.
“My little Vil, come!” Miria summoned him from across the room.
Forced to depart his latest guest, face and fingers drenched, he scurried to his owner’s side. The sight of her made him whimper. Legs parted, leaking seed mixed from various lovers, Miria basked in her own pleasure.
Moving out of the way, she roughly pushed him onto his back. Waiting with fear, he watched as she squatted over his waist. Slowly, the seed of her lovers leaked from her labia, dripping onto Vildir’s cage.
Covering his face in shame, Vildir felt the viscous mixture coating his locked cock, a physical reminder of the release he was permanently denied of.
Miria knelt between his legs, a hand teasing her womanhood as she enjoyed the sight of his submission. She owned another living creature. She dominated his reproduction entirely. He’d forever be her toy to tease, torment, and deny.
“Mercy…mistress…”
She shook her head, lowering herself to straddle his waist. “Poor Vil. Unfortunately, I’ve already grown addicted to watching your denial. Days will pass, months, years, and still you’ll wonder if I’ll ever find the kindness to permit you an orgasm. You’ll think you can endure. You’ll learn you can’t. You’ll break. You’ll lose your mind, and long after you’ve forgotten how it feels to climax, you’ll remain locked and denied. Such is your fate, Vildir. Such is my pleasure.”
He wanted to weep as she pressed his chastity cage against her midriff. His cock was maddeningly close to her womb yet entirely trapped.
“You’ll still serve me, won’t you?” She rubbed her soaking lower lips against his cage. “You’ll still be my obedient little Vil.”
He dared to touch her thighs, moaning in frustration, unable to feel her exquisite labia grinding against him. In truth, there was no alternative. The punishment for disobedience was castration or death. “Y…yes…mistress.”
“Good boy.” She ran her hands across his body, making him tremble. “Go on. Prove it. Thank me for denying your cock. Thank me for ending your bloodline.”
Swallowing, he grimaced. “Thank you…”
“Say it, Vil. Say what I’ve commanded.”
Biting back his humiliation, he subtly raised his hips, as if he could push himself inside her tight embrace. “Thank you for…” He gritted his teeth in shame. “Thank you for ending my bloodline…mistress.”
Giggling, she leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.”
Vildir sat limply as she rested atop him, caressing his chest as if holding a lover. Temptation forced his hand, risking her ire as he moved to embrace her. When she merely chuckled, squeezing the key dangling from her necklace, he closed his eyes.
There was no escape. There would be no release. A slave would have no legacy.
Slowly, he accepted his fate, preparing to serve his cruel mistress until his final days.
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