A fireball burst from Dorian's open palm, launching across the room and smashing into the stone wall of his cell, adding yet another scorch mark. It had been two entire years since he had been enslaved, and he had practiced his powers as often as he was able to.
Though he felt a deep satisfaction at the fact that his imprisonment had caused him to knock up more women than he could reasonably count, he didn't go a single day without thinking about Esi, Mira, Callie, Aya, and his many children living in Bermil's tower. Did they think he was dead? That he abandoned them? He had a responsibility to return to them, and each day that passed without him escaping was a failure.
Following Yasma's advice, Dorian had submitted to Shing, pretending to be her loyal breeder as she slowly let her guard down and gave him more freedoms. Her trust had grown to the point that she no longer required his cell to be locked. He was allowed to wander a small portion of the fortress whenever he wanted to, though the guards were obviously still commanded to keep a close eye on him.
Breeding sessions were still conducted strictly, however. At the beginning of each morning, Yasma was sent to Dorian cell to inform him of the schedule for that day. She'd explain how many women he would be impregnating, and at what time. Though he had started with an average of ten women a day, the number steadily doubled as Shing's reputation increased. Though no one was aware of Dorian's identity, anyone in the galaxy who was considering a sperm donation now knew of Shing's unique stud.
However, this day was different. Yasma was late. She always entered his cell at the exact time each day, which made Dorian suspicious of her absence. Hours passed before she finally arrived, interrupting his training.
"Where have you been?" He asked, wiping sweat from his forehead. While he had improved considerably, his powers still required an abundance of stamina and focus.
Yasma took a quick glance at the fresh scorch marks before returning her gaze to Dorian. "The mistress has commanded me to inform you that you only have one appointment today."
The news was exceedingly odd, as it had never occurred before. "I..don't understand. Is Shing busy today or something?"
"No, but she made it clear that she has a very important client scheduled for you. You're going to be properly washed and prepared." Yasma replied.
"Do you know who the client is?" He asked, following her as she stepped out of the cell.
She began to lead him, swaying her exotic hips. "The mistress will explain in person." She responded. After passing a pair of scantily clad guards she got closer to Dorian, keeping her voice low. "You should be more discreet with your training. If Shing sees those scorch marks, it'll undo a year's worth of trust."
"Don't worry, she never comes to my cell. However, I've been meaning to talk to you."
"Oh?"
"I've been thinking about our problem, and I might have found a solution." He began, referring to their escape plan. They had both memorized the guards' patrol patterns and the layout of the fortress, but the final piece of the plan dealt with getting off of the planet. "Do you know if Shing kept the ankle cuff that I arrived with?"
Yasma seemed to consider it for a moment before responding. "I'm not sure, why?"
"If you can find it, we can activate it after we escape the fortress. It'll send a signal to one of my allies known as Bermil, allowing him to find our location." He explained. The mist world was harsh, and they wouldn't survive for long outside the walls of Shing's fortress. With no other settlements on the planet, the only way off would be from an outside source.
Yasma seemed intrigued by the idea. "I'll look around. If she kept it there are a few rooms it could be in, but they are all restricted to you."
"Good luck then. If you can't find it, our options are going to stay pretty limited." He said, his voice serious.
They reached the door to one of the fortress's washrooms and entered. Shing was already waiting for them. She was entirely naked, relaxing in the large stone pool. It was the first time Dorian had seen her fit body completely nude, and the sight made his caged cock twitch with arousal.
"Ah, there's my pet! Come, let's get you clean." Shing said, gesturing to the water. "Yasma, unlock him."
Following her command, Yasma removed his cockcage. She then disrobed as well, removing her overly revealing pleasure slave outfit.
Seeing Yasma's naked body quickly caused him to become erect, which he tried to conceal with his hands. Her exotic brown skin and toned body had been a continuous torment for the last two years, as he had wanted nothing more than to sleep with the gorgeous beauty.
"Excited already?" Shing said teasingly.
Dorian blushed, stepping carefully into the water to join his mistress. Yasma followed him close by.
"Yasma, clean my pet. He has to be ready for our special guest." Shing commanded, leaning back against the edge of the pool.
"Yes mistress." Yasma replied in an emotionless tone. She began to rub him down, starting with his back.
"Today is a very important day, pet." Shing said, watching them. "Everything I've built has led to this."
Dorian tried to focus on Shing words, rather than the sexy slave cleaning his naked body. "Who is the client, mistress?"
Shing grinned, seeing Yasma move from his back to his chest. "The most important woman we've ever serviced, my pet. Empress Minetta of The Ondara Empire."
Dorian stared at her, stunned. Having been born on Varia Prime, he had heard all about their main enemy. There wasn't a single citizen in the Varian empire who didn't know about Minetta's legendary father, who wrecked havoc and destruction across the galaxy, nearly doubling the Ondara Empire. When he finally died, Dorian's homeworld threw a massive celebration.
Shing continued to explain as Yasma moved onto Dorian's legs. "It's been a very closely guarded secret, but Empress Minetta is sterile. Her private doctors have attempted to assist her in becoming pregnant, but they've had no success. She is unable to produce an heir. That is, until she became aware of my services."
Yasma switched her attention to his cock, startling him slightly and snapping him out of his thoughts as she began to rub his erection. While only rubbing with the intention to clean, the movements still sent tingles of pleasure through him.
Shing watched as her slave cleaned her stud's cock. "With your extremely high fertility, she intends to use your sperm to get pregnant with an heir. She's heard of our success with other women who were sterile, as I'm sure you remember."
Dorian nodded, feeling Yasma's hands on his member. Just as he began to let out an involuntary moan, she removed her hands.
"He's clean now, mistress." Yasma announced, showing no emotion.
"Good. So, my pet, you will put a baby in the empress's belly. She has requested for you to be bound, so if you behave I'll reward you well." Shing explained, grinning deviously. With her C cup breasts above the water, Dorian could see how firm and perfectly shaped they were.
