Daughter Of The Sun Ch 03

IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS:

A Messenger of Night, an evil spirit magically evoked by the Night Lord, penetrated into the erotic dreams of Queen Artemis of Troygrove, assuming the shape of her most desired object of lust...herself.

After having successfully seduced the Queen, the Messenger opened a portal through the huge mirror located in the Queen's bedchamber, through which the Night Lord had manifested Himself to Artemis and enslaved her with His powers of mind control.

And now, after a night of profound brainwashing and indoctrination, Artemis is ready to wake up to begin her new life as slave of the Darkness...

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Note from the Author: this chapter as well as the next were originally intended to be a single one. However, as I found it was taking much longer than expected to me to complete the work, I have decided to split it in two, so I could publish at least a part sooner than later. Hope you will enjoy it, comments and feedbacks are always welcome.

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When Artemis started to regain her senses, dawn had already began to rise. The first, tenuous rays of the morning sun were filtering through the open glass door leading to the wide terrace, illuminating her bedchamber with a soft, warm, amber aura, as the distant sound of the seagulls was brought to her ears by the fresh morning breeze.

She found herself to be still laying on the cold and hard floor of the room, her bare back leaning against the glassy surface of the broad wall mirror, every muscle of her body feeling painfully stiff and sore from the long hours she had passed there, completely immobile, unconscious in that uncomfortable position.

The memories of the night just passed were nothing more than a messy tangle of confused images within her head. Vaguely, she remembered fragments of a totally immersive erotic dream, the naked shapes of a woman in the depths of a luscious forest, and a great, dark face, so horrible and threatening at first sight, but also so strangely, so incredibly charming and attractive at the same time.

Slowly, with a considerable effort for her sore muscles, she struggled to get on her feet. Feeling weak and unsecure on her legs like a newborn fawn, she attempted to move a first step away from the mirror. A sudden sense of dizziness blurred her vision as she did so, almost causing her to fall unconscious on the floor once again, forcing her to stop and to put a hand on the wall in order to avoid losing her balance. Her head was spinning terribly, as if she had spent the whole night drinking strong alcoholics in some dirty tavern in the city's slums.

"I feel so damn weak..." she thought in frustration, as the memories of the incredible events of the night before slowly started to surface into her conscious mind, like bubbles emerging from below the surface of deep water. A flush of excitement spread through her body, as she began to remember that beautiful woman, that perfect copy of herself, how she had emerged from the mirror just to seduce her so irresistibly, to overcome her resistances with the immeasurable pleasure she had been able to bring her, before eventually presenting her...to Him.

Some moments passed as Artemis stood still, her eyes closed, breathing deeply in the attempt to regain the control over her body and over her mental faculties. Once she started to feel more secure on her legs, her eyes began to wander around the room, searching with aroused hope for any sign of the presence of her other self, the memory of her soft lips, of her delicate touches on the naked skin so vividly impressed in her mind.

She desperately needed her. Again.

"Are you here?" she murmured insecurely, hesitantly, as afraid that someone outside the room might hear her.

Nobody answered her. The Queen's ample bedchamber was totally desert and silent as it was the night before. Only the sounds coming from the open window and the flowing of the curtains moved by the breeze were giving to the room any semblance of life.

For a moment, Artemis wondered if everything she had experienced could have been merely a dream, just an unusual, intense, deep dream which caused her to wander unconsciously across the chamber like a sleepwalker. But, a moment later, the profound awareness of the transformation she had undergone during that night became fully clear to her mind and senses.

In a sudden wave of realization, she discovered how she was not perceiving herself anymore as Artemis, the Queen of Troygrove. That voluptuous body of hers may have remained the same, but a new personality, a new identity dwelt now into that flesh. Now, only Artemis the slave was existing, the devoted and obedient servant of the true and only King of the world: M'laal Azul...the Night Lord.

Her lips curved in a luscious smile, as the thought of her Master awoke in her a compelling desire of total obedience and submission. With a tremor of thrilled excitement she looked back at the mirror. The imposing image of the supreme, supernatural Being who had manifested Himself to her during the night to claim her and to ruthlessly subjugate her to His will was gone. At its place, her simple, nude reflection seemed to smile back at her, more provocative and desirable than ever.

Her eyes fixated on her naked forms, Artemis moved a step closer, admiring herself once more in the clear reflection of the mirror; she was the gorgeous woman as she always have been, but at a closer look, she spotted on that morning something different in her, a little, barely perceivable, however significant change; a sort of new, evil light was reflecting in her deep blue eyes, a spark which donated to her beautiful traits an expression which looked both sensual and perverse at the same time.

"The seducing face and the alluring eyes of a true servant of the Darkness" she thought pleased, feeling a sense of deep satisfaction mounting within herself, spreading and invading her whole being.

Once again she began to feel intensely aroused, as the desire for the pleasure of her senses arose strongly at the sight of her own nudity. But there was something different even about the nature her arousal now. It wasn't anymore the vision of her own flesh to trigger her desire, as before; rather, it was the new, full awareness about how her body, as well as her own pleasure and relief, were now absolute property and under the control of the Master; from now on, Him and only Him would have decided if and when she would have been deserving and worthy to experience the peak of the pleasure, as a reward of her loyal servitude and devotion.

"This too is a consequence of Master's work" she realized, noticing with with amazed astonishment how deep and invasive the transformation that Night Lord had operated over her had been, another unmistakable proof how the totality of His superior power over her weaker, human mind.

Turning her back to the mirror, Artemis slowly walked toward the large open glass door and stepped outside over the broad terrace of the Royal Palace, in her glorious nudity, enjoying freely on her bare skin the cool caress of the morning breeze blowing from the ocean on the west, and the first kisses of the tepid sun above.

It was an elevated terrace, from where it was possible to enjoy a wonderful sight of the city of Troygrove without any possibility of being spotted by any undesired eyes from below. It was in this private place that, during the warm summer nights, the Queen was used to held her orgies together with her slave girls, in those rare times in which she desired of the contact of other naked feminine bodies on her skin.

"Those useless sluts" she thought almost with disgust. Artemis would have had no further need of them now. They too would have been part of the massive offering of women that she would have made to her Master, once the proper time would had come. And at that point, He would have decided of their destiny.

While she was laying unconscious during the night, Artemis's mind had been deeply indoctrinated, as a continuous stream of images and the gurgling voice of the Master had flown into her brain, invading it completely and instilling within concepts, desires and commands. His voice, deep and authoritative, had spoken to her in an obscure language, something that Artemis haven't heard before in her life; however, for some unnatural reason, she had found the sense of His words to be absolutely clear to her.

All of the women of Mur must have in the end belonged to Him. The worthless ones, women of low lineage and those capable to provide only the basic level of sexual energy, would have joined the ranks of His invincible armies, fighting for Him to subdue new lands and to further expand the boundaries of His dominion. Others would have used as labor slaves in the dark depths of mines of Gloomdor, working hardly to extract metals and minerals which would then be used to forge weapons of destruction and other evil artifacts of power. And, eventually, other ones would have served as sacrificial victims for His occult rituals and for His secrets experiments of black magic.

Whatever their fate would have been chosen for them, each one would have accepted it, happily and mindlessly; His overcoming powers of deep mental conditioning would have ensured that.

The women of highest rank, Queens, Princesses, and other Ladies of noble blood, would have turned instead into His personal sexual slaves, secured within the towering walls of His obscure fortress, living solely to worship and please Him in every possible way. And, in due time, they would have conceived for Him and given birth to His offspring: the future Kings and Rulers of Mur, the invincible champions of the eternal Empire of Darkness.

All of this has been communicated to her with words and induced visions during that night. And, in those visions, Artemis had admired for the very first time in her life the supreme object of her Master's desires, the woman He was so terribly and desperately longing for more than any other.

She had seen herself being in a colossal, obscure hall, whose impressively high vault was supported by titanic pillars made of black granite, crossed by veins of an unknown, eerily pulsating green quartz. Knelt on the floor together with dozens of other women, nude like her, they formed two ordinated rows at the both sides of a long carpet. Artemis knew who those women were: former Queens and other noble Ladies of Mur like herself, all of them turned into submissive slaves to the Darkness by the same power which had invaded Artemis's mind.

As the wild screams and chants of triumph of the savage women of Gloomdor could be heard down on the plain outside the massive walls of the fortress, together with the insisting, heavy beating of thousand of drums, Queen Hailey Val Lumenar of Syfall had made her sumptuous entrance through the immense, wide open portal of the hall.

Her whole figure was hidden by a thick, heavy mantle of black velvet which left a long train on the floor behind her as she walked, leaving exposed only her blonde head, on which was resting the golden crown of Syfall. A murmur of astonished admiration had risen from the crowd of the kneeling slaves, at the sight of the supreme and graceful beauty of that woman, while Hailey had remained for a moment on the threshold, standing motionless, as if to let herself be contemplated by the other, inferior women.

Then, slowly, almost mechanically, Hailey had started to advance along the carpet, moving each step in time with the low, insisting beating of drums which could be heard from outside, her gaze fixated on the immane, dark figure who was awaiting for her, sitting on the colossal throne of black stone at the other edge of the hall.

She was hypnotized; Artemis had easily noticed that by looking at Hailey's emotionless expression, at her glassy eyes which seemed to be glued to the two green lights which were shining from under the Master's heavy helm, without moving away from them even for a moment, as they attracted her closer and closer to Him with an invisible force.

As she had passed in front of them, Artemis and the other knelt women had deeply prostrated themselves in respectful reverence at her feet, touching the floor with their foreheads, their lips murmuring words of praise towards the elected, the chosen one, the one destined to reign on them all as their Queen and Mistress.

Two other slaves, their young, naked slender bodies offering a sublime portrait of absolute feminine perfection, were waiting for Hailey at the other end of the hall, standing at the both sides of the base of the huge throne. Artemis had never seen their faces before, however in that moment she was perfectly aware about who the two girls were: the younger sister of Hailey, Princess Eluan, and Princess Iulia, their niece, both of whom had already fallen under the enslaving yoke of the Night Lord long time before the Queen of Syfall herself.

Another murmuring of admiration, stronger and louder than the previous one, had spread among the slaves as, slowly, ceremoniously, the two submissive Princesses had removed the mantle which enveloped Hailey's body, revealing her complete nakedness to the burning, eager eyes of the Master and to those of the other women in the hall, the sight of the nude, perfect beauty of the Queen of Syfall instantaneously awaking in them their lust and their desire to please and serve her entirely.

Performing the submission ritual as she had been hypnotically instructed to do, Hailey had knelt slowly in front of the black throne, before removing solemnly her crown and lifting it with both hands above her head, in a mute sign of pledge and offering to her new Master and Lord.

And then, speaking in the dark language of Gloomdor as if it was her native tongue, Hailey had pronounced the ritual words of her oath of eternal submission to the Darkness. In a flow of harsh words and obscenities, Hailey had declared the Val Lumenar dynasty to be extinguished forever, her holy bond with the Sun Goddess Alia utterly desecrated and broken, her Kingdom, her people and herself to be perpetual subjects to the Night Lord and to Nargom, the Dark God of Chaos.

With an evil smile, the two princesses had taken the crown of Syfall from the hands of the knelt Queen, and had thrown it into one of the two large burning braziers put at the sides of the throne. With a mighty roar, the magical flames had risen and increased in intensity, as the incandescent heat had started slowly to melt and dissolve the golden metal of the ancient sacred crown, under the impassible, emotionless, staring gaze of the Queen.

Having completed her oath, Hailey had rose on her feet, her clear blue eyes once again fixated on the pulsating green flames within the Master's deep sockets, the sweet traits of her face turning into an adoring and loving expression, as she had started to slowly climb the steps of the pedestal, one by one, her perfect body trembling with mounting, uncontrollable arousal and excitement which seemed to grow with every step.

Like iron claws, the enormous hands of the Master had grasped her soft, voluptuous hips, and effortlessly lifted her from the ground as if she had the weight of a feather, bringing her closer, until Hailey's face was merely few inches from His. An intense glow of His eyes and Hailey's eyelids had closed, her body becoming totally limp in whole abandon in His hands, as she had fallen even more deeply under His hypnotic power.

And then, with exaggerated, deliberated slowness, while all the eyes of the women in the hall were staring enraptured by the scene, He had lowered the subjugated Queen of Syfall over His lap, gradually but mercilessly entering her with His inhuman, gigantic, erect rod, stretching her inner walls at their maximum as she welcomed Him into her body. Hailey's frantic screams had begun to echo violently throughout the entire huge vault, burning pain and unearthly pleasure entwined together in her voice, as if her whole body was being pierced from side to side by a mighty, flaming sword.

Those incontrollable screams, the most beautiful, fulfilling sound Artemis had eve heard in her life, had ignited even more her arousal and the one of all the other slaves, making their bodies to tense almost in unison in response, their nipples hardening, their womanhoods moistening in anticipation.

The command of the Master had come in the form of a silent, mental impulse, similar to a strong, invisible wave which had spread across the throne hall to reach and invest every single one of the women. And with that, the colossal orgy had begun.

Obeying instantaneously to the irresistible impulse, the women had thrown themselves on each other, overwhelmed by the spasmodic desire to vent their lust and passion in the most savage possible way. Artemis had thus found herself wrapped in a warm tangle of aroused bodies, hordes of teasing hands, of eager mouths and tongues, crawling and roaming over her naked skin like snakes, stimulating her senses and her pleasure.

In a moment, the entire colossal room was transformed into a cacophony of moans, while the slaves gave free rein to their instincts and their unbridled pleasure, screaming and enjoying in a riot of orgasms. And, above all, the passionate screams of Hailey had become louder and louder until with a last, long cry of desperate pleasure she had came, the stream of her Master's seed erupting powerfully into her, impregnating her womb and binding her to Himself forever.

It was at that point of the vision that Artemis had experienced the last, tremendous, explosive orgasm for that night, before sinking into the darkness of complete unconsciousness. Until that morning.

"I can totally understand now why the Master cleaves for you so intensely, beautiful Hailey" thought Artemis, a shiver of emotion making her nude body to tremble as she remembered the details of the vision. "And I will do whatever it is in my power to ensure that you will be conducted to Him, as you are destined to."

Approaching the marble parapet of the terrace, utterly aroused by the memories of the night, Artemis glanced over the city below. Troygrove, one of the greatest and most ancient cities of the continent of Mur, boasted a glorious past of both military and commercial prominence all over the North, but since years it had been reduced almost to the pale shadow of its former self.

The consequences of the last, disastrous war against Heath Hill, the ancient rival metropolis dominating the inland to the east, were still taking their tolls over the city, even seven years later. That war, only motivated by the vain dreams of glory and conquest of Queen Mareen, had proved to be the most fool of the acts of the previous Sovereign of Troygrove, as well as her last one; the Queen herself had led her army into a disastrous offensive and eventually had lost her own life, drown in the waters of the Skavos river while dueling against her rival, Queen Alexandra of Heath Hill.

Much had been lost in that war; the lives of hundredths of soldiers, the pride of a whole population, the Holy Trident of Kos, the weapon which belonged the Kings and Queens of Troygrove since centuries, now exposed as a trophy in the main temple of the rival city.

"Cursed are you, Mareen" Artemis thought. "Whatever hell you're burning in."

Artemis's gaze turned to the west, in the direction of the harbor. Despite the early hour, the great bay on which the city was located was already a frenetic bustle of activity, sailors and carpenters shouting and calling to each other as they hurried in performing their duties, galleons and caravels embarking their loads in preparation of their long crossings toward the southern ports of Hadun and Vinevris, or toward west, to the other side of the Ocean and the distant continent of Antaros.