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General Dhalg arrived in Vass a week before Leashingtide, as the first early celebrations of the holiday had just begun, and he came straight to the Watchful Guild. To Aylee’s delight, he brought Tilly with him, pulling her along on a decorative red seasonal leash that he had clearly bought in the markets near the city gates.
“General!” exclaimed Klax enthusiastically as the Orhanian commander entered his study. “So good to see you again! Welcome! We are ready to proceed with your planned order – if you have received the purchase approval from your government?”
Dhalg waved his hand dismissively. “Yes, yes,” he said. “But first, tell me – what is this business down in the city? With the banners, and the dancing women with the weights hanging from their nipples?”
“Ah, Dhalg, it is Leashingtide,” explained Klax. “A celebration of Vass’ freedom from female tyranny.” He looked down, and suddenly realised that Aylee was there, watching from a cushion on the floor.
“Aylee!” he snapped. “Stop being a lazy slut and suck the general’s cock while we talk.”
Aylee scurried across the floor to unzip the general’s fly and take his erect dick into her mouth. As she did so, she dared a quick glance at Tilly, who had likewise sunk to her knees when the general stopped walking. The confused look of mixed anxiety and adoration on Tilly’s face told Aylee everything she needed to know. Tilly was still her secret lover and her secret slave, compelled by the force of Aylee’s accidental magic to obey her. Aylee felt her heart lift with happiness.
“Tell me more of this history,” said Vass, as he caressed Aylee’s hair, pulling her lips tight against his groin. Aylee moaned as she felt his thick member hardening in her mouth.
“It dates back to the rebellion of Miriam the Cunt,” said Klax. “She was a slut of noble birth around two hundred years ago. Her younger sister, known to history as Caylee the Tease, was said to be a great beauty, and it is also said that Miriam was not just her sister, but also her lover. On Caylee’s 19th birthday, she was purchased from her father by a patrician of the city to serve as his rape-pig and pain-doll, which should be an honour for any young woman, but Miriam the Cunt saw it as an outrage.”
Aylee sucked thoughtfully on Dhalg’s cock as she listened. She had actually never heard the full story of Leashingtide. Her father had only told her that it was the day everyone celebrated the fact that women were property.
“Miriam went into rebellion,” said Klax, “and formed a small army of bitchy, ill-disciplined whores. They actually took control of several of the outlying farming communities, and managed to block trade into and out of Vass for nearly half a year. They demanded the release of Caylee, the abolition of female enslavement, and the criminalisation of rape.” Klax laughed. “Can you even imagine? Women who thought they had a right not to be raped?”
Dhalg laughed heartily, fucking his cock in and out of Aylee’s mouth as he did. “Stupid wenches, to be sure,” he commented.
Aylee, however, was enraptured at the thought. Free women? Here in Vass? She tried to picture a world where women had a right to not be raped, and failed. What would that even be like?
“Anyway, she was betrayed by her three closest confidantes,” said Klax. “One betrayed her for the love of a patrician’s cock. One betrayed her out of lust and jealousy, because Miriam had spurned her lesbian advances. And one betrayed her out of stupidity. A microcosm of female psychology, really. She was captured in an unguarded moment by the army, along with all of her troops.”
“What became of her?” asked Dhalg.
“The patricians made every one of her female rebels rape her,” said Klax. “Those who were able to cum from raping their leader were allowed to become rape-pigs for patricians. Those who refused, or could not cum from it, were sent to the Battery. There’s actually a statue in the north part of the city commemorating it – ‘Miriam the Cunt Raped By Her Peers’.”
“And then?” asked Dhalg.
“They passed her around the military, so every male soldier who had fought against Miriam would have a chance to rape her. It took four years for every soldier to have a turn, and in that time she bore three children, all of them girls. Miriam herself was finally put to death, but the city still tracks what became of her descendents, and on Leashingtide, every adult women descended from her is publicly raped and tortured before the crowds, usually resulting in a further impregnation.”
Klax spread his arms, as if to say “and here we are”. “And ever since, no woman has ever dared rebel against her rightful place. And we are, all of us, a happier people for it. We remember that truth each Leashingtide, in a national celebration of the collaring and domestication of women.”
Dhalg grunted, began pumping his hips more energetically, and a moment later he orgasmed into Aylee’s mouth. Aylee dutifully swallowed his seed, and then concentrated on sucking his cock clean until he released her.
“Actually, while you’re there, you can piss into her mouth,” Klax noted. “Aylee is going to need to drink a lot of piss to help her produce the materials for your order.”
Aylee’s eyes widened. She still disliked drinking piss. It was humiliating and it tasted nasty, even though her body had been altered to allow her to derive nutrients from it. But she had no chance to object before Dhalg had relaxed his bladder and begun to piss in her mouth, forcing her to swallow quickly to keep up.
“This…Elthoon’s Concoction,” said Dhalg. “For a thing my country is ordering in such large quantities, I know little about it. How does it work?”
“It is simple enough,” said Klax. “Our alchemist-slaves, such as Aylee here, will brew it from a mixture of their cunt slime, a mix of rare herbs, and their breast milk – which will itself by gynaetically altered by way of the piss and goblin sperm we will feed them. The result is a thick viscous white liquid. If you feed it to a woman, an almost instantaneous change will take place in her body and mind, and thereafter she will find herself forever the adoring and obedient slave of the last male to have ejaculated in her cunt.”
“So after you rape a bitch, you will own her?” asked Dhalg, still pissing.
“If you have fed her the Concoction, yes,” said Klax.
Dhalg looked annoyed. He squirted the last of his piss into Aylee’s mouth, then extracted his cock, wiped it on her face, and tucked it back in his pants. “Why can’t we do it in a way that gives the power to the men?” he asked. “To make the magic inherent to our ejaculation? So it’s our sperm that does the enslaving, and there’s no need to feed the bitch anything in advance?”
Klax laughed. “Unfortunately, that is beyond the power of our science at this time. Gynaetic energy best retains its power when it is stored within a woman. Corrupting and changing the mind and fluids of a slut is easy, but doing the same to a man is exponentially more difficult. After all, it was woman who first allowed her cunt to be infested by demons, and man who cleverly shunned such corruption.”
Dhalg nodded. “It will have to suffice. The preparations for the assault on Maratar continue, and I have been instructed to procure the necessary tools to tame those evil bitches, whether conventional weaponry, or sorcerous.”
Aylee’s eyes widened. Maratar? The land of free women? The Orhanians were planning to attack it?
This could change all of Aylee’s plans. She had planned to flee to Maratar, which she had assumed to be a place of safety for free women. It had been her hope to take it as her new home, once she escaped.
But surely a nation of proud, free women could stand against the Orhanian army – couldn’t they? And particularly if someone were to risk everything to warn them of the attack?
Someone like Aylee.
“Will you have the Concoction ready in time?” asked Dhalg. “I am needed back in Orhanos soon.”
“A week,” pronounced Klax. “That is all we will need to create the necessary supply for you. We will complete the process on the day of Leashingtide itself, and you may return to your nation the day after.”
A week. Seven days. And after that, Dhalg would leave the city – taking Tilly with him. And then Orhanos would attack Maratar.
Aylee had run out of time. She could no longer afford to take her leisure in plotting her flight. If she was ever going to escape, it had to be this week
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To Aylee’s delight, Dhalg assigned Tilly to the Guiild to oversee and assist in the production of the Elthoon’s Concoction, and Klax placed Tilly under Aylee’s direct supervision. Aylee was allowed to sleep alongside Tilly, as she had done before at the embassy, and engage in illicit lovemaking with her at night while Klax slept.
“Do you still love me, Tilly?” whispered Aylee, as she stroked Tilly’s magically augmented breasts in the darkness of her cell.
“Yes, mistress,” gasped Tilly. Aylee’s accidental magical enslavement of the Orhanian girl compelled her to say it – but it also compelled her to believe it.
“And are you still ready to escape with me, Tilly?” asked Aylee.
Tilly almost sobbed. “I don’t want to betray my people!” she whined. “Please don’t make me.”
“I’m not making you, Tilly,” Aylee reminded her. “You want to come with me, because you love me, remember?”
“Yes, mistress,” said Tilly obediently. And then she said no more, because Aylee pressed her cunt against the Orhanian girl’s mouth, and Tilly began to lick.
Aylee was also allowed to retain supervision of her sister, Hana. Hana had now been fitted with a Halistrax Field, like Aylee’s, but her transfer to the Battery had been delayed. The Elthoon’s Concoction would take a significant quantity of gynaetically-transformed breast milk, and Klax had decided it made sense to use Hana to produce that milk alongside Aylee until the order had been fulfilled.
Hana blindly followed the instructions of her older sister, and Aylee couldn’t help but experiment with her two attractive submissives by having Hana suck at Tilly’s tits and lick her pussy, and then making Tilly return the favour. The sight of the two naked girls licking at each other was so beautiful that Aylee once again cursed her inability to orgasm safely within her Halistrax Field.
The actual process of creating the milk for the Concoction was simple. Aylee and Hana each had to consume around five litres of piss each day. Klax contributed a little, as did Tilly, but for the rest, the girls went out into the city.
Their first stop was at the Orhanian embassy. Dhalg and his delegation had ridden into Vass on this occasion on Nightsteeds, a horse-like four-legged creature with ink-black skin and eyes that glinted red in the darkness. They were bred from stock found in the Forest at the heart of Arth-Keros, and it was said they had human intelligence, and could even speak some human language.
There were six of the Nightsteeds in the embassy’s stables, but the only word Aylee heard them speak in her presence was something that sounded like “cunt”, followed by a low, cruel whickering sound that might have been laughter.
Hana and Aylee would each enter a Nightsteed’s stall, and kneel naked beneath its belly, and place their mouths over the tip of the Nightsteed’s monstrous foot-long cock. Then they would wait. If they were lucky, the Nightsteed would begin to piss, and the girls would each be able to imbibe nearly a half-litre of urine if they swallowed quickly enough. (If they were too slow, it would overflow their mouths and wash down over their tits to be absorbed by the straw on the stable floor.)
If they were less lucky, the creature would begin to fuck their mouths instead, and the girls would have to shuffle nimbly to let their mouths provide stimulation to the monstrous phalluses without being impaled by their length. They would be rewarded by being bathed in the Nightsteed’s semen. Aylee had an instinctive urge to swallow the cum – but she had to leave room in her stomach for the piss, so she behaved like a good girl and pulled back to let the animal cum on her face and breasts instead.
As they did this, Tilly walked from monster to monster, doing what she called “giving them affection”, which was apparently something all women in the Orhanian army were trained to do to the army’s monstrous war assets. It involved giving the animals an open-mouth kiss, allowing their long tongues into her mouth and tongue-kissing them back in return. It looked disgusting and slutty to Aylee – but it did seem to please the Nightsteeds, and the ones that Tilly kissed in this way were calmer and less restive as Aylee sucked their cocks.
After they had pleasured and serviced the Nightsteeds, the girls continued on to the Battery. Klax had made it clear that if the girls visited the Battery, he expected them to rape and abuse the women there, and he had offered them all a dose of the same Beastrose which he had secretly dosed Aylee with on her last visit. Aylee knew that the drug would make her eager to molest the captive women – and encourage her to enjoy doing so – but she only had a week left to prepare her escape, and she needed a clear head, so she declined the drug, and promised to abuse the women of her own free will.
At the Battery, Hana and Aylee drank the remainder of their daily prescription of piss, by bringing out caged girls on all fours, lying down beneath them, and drinking urine directly from their cunts. Then they spent the rest of the day – with Tilly’s assistance – harvesting arousal juices from the girls’ pussies. There were so many girls in the Battery, they were only limited in their ability to collect cunt-slime by their own work ethic, and they managed to see a phenomenal number of caged bitches on each visit, carefully wiping their slut-nectar from their engorged, tortured cunts into special containers that Klax had provided.
Aylee made sure to visit cruelty on a reasonable number of girls, pinching their clits or kicking them in the groin, and forcing at least one to lick her cunt to as close to orgasm as her Halistrax Field would allow.
Tilly was even more active. Her Orhanian upbringing taught her that women were just bitches, after all, and there was no inherent ethical problem with hurting or raping another female for her pleasure.
Hana, though, was particularly delicious to watch. Aylee had made clear to Hana that she had to rape at least one girl, and hurt a few more, on each of her visits, in order to maintain the illusion of obedience that they needed in order to plan their escape. And so Hana nervously and reluctantly punched the large breasts of one girl, slapped another across the face, and spanked the pussy of a third, before laying a fourth girl on the floor and squatting over the girl’s face so she could have her cunt licked.
Hana knew that these girls were just like her – and that if Aylee’s plan failed, Hana would be locked up just like these girls, and tortured in exactly the way that she was torturing them now. She was actively participating in the system that would see her raped and tortured for the rest of her own life.
It made Aylee so wet to see that knowledge on Hana’s face that sometimes Aylee had to rape a second girl.
But in between her work, and her sexual games, she was able to pursue her real objective – to study the way the Battery used Halistrax Fields, and how the complex and powerful interplay of gynaetic energy flowed throughout the building.
She had no way of taking notes, so she stared, and did her best to memorise what she had learned.
And at the end of the day, with their bellies full of urine, the girls went back to the Guild – where Klax fed them their dinners, which were large bowls of sticky white semen.
“Goblin sperm,” said Klax. “It’s the mixture of goblin sperm and piss that will give your breast milk the special qualities we require. Eat up.”
“I’ve never seen a goblin,” admitted Aylee, as she lowered her head to the bowl and began to lick it up like an animal.
“Nasty things,” said Klax. “They live in the wastes. They are monsters born directly of the Nine Impure Natures, not like humans. Scholars say that their wicked little minds allowed them to escape the Forest and infest human lands.” He shook his head. “They don’t breed among their own kind, but rather by impregnating human women. They keep human women as livestock, and ride them as mounts. Barbaric things.”
“Is their sperm magical, master?” Aylee asked.
“It holds much of the essence of the Impure Natures within it,” said Klax. “And as women are naturally enslaved by their natures, so too is goblin sperm of great value in any gynaetic procedure to suborn a woman’s will. Eat up, girls.”
The semen tasted foul. It had a dirty, earthy taste. And it wasn’t just the taste, Aylee realised. There was something about it that worked directly on Aylee’s brain, making her feel ashamed and disgusting to be consuming it, telling her that she was filthy and subhuman and deserving of punishment.
She hated it. But she had no choice but to eat every last drop.
And then the girls were taken to the milking machines, their udders roughly sucked dry of every drop of their gynaetically-charged milk. Aylee and Tilly were well accustomed to having their fuckbags abused, but the pain would sometimes make Hana cry, and Aylee blushed a little at the knowledge that each of her sister’s sobs made her own cunt throb with arousal.
When the milking was over, they were left alone in the dark, free to crawl together, and kiss each other, and whisper in the shadows of the night.
“On the way from the Embassy to the Battery today, did you see the third gate in the city wall?” Aylee whispered when she was sure Klax had gone to bed. “The one where the gate is painted yellow?”
“Yes,” replied Tilly. “What of it?”
“The guard there is the same man every day,” said Aylee. “And whenever I have gone past the gate, he has always looked at my tits in an idle kind of way. But when he see *you*, Tilly, it’s a whole different story. You can practically see his erection from a street away.”
Tilly blushed. “So?” she asked.
“So tomorrow on the way to the Battery you’re going to stop to talk to him,” said Aylee. “And you’re going to get him to fuck you, right there, when he’s supposed to be on duty.”
“We can’t escape there!” objected Tilly. “Even if we distract the guard, the street is full of people, and there are guards on the other side of the gate! We’ll be seen!”
“We’re not going to escape yet,” said Aylee. “But we *are* going to steal his keys while he fucks you.”
“And what good will the keys be, if the gate remains guarded?” asked Tilly.
“Ah, my sweet Tilly,” sighed Aylee, guiding Tilly’s face down to her pussy, so that Tilly could begin licking. “That’s the thing. You see, on the day we’re going to escape, there *won’t* be guards at that gate. Because they’re going to be distracted.”
She giggled happily as Tilly’s tongue tickled her clitoris, and stroked Tilly’s hair to let her know she was being a good girl.
“They’re going to be very, very distracted.”
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