Rise Of House Blothudry Ch 04

Tags up front:

elf, magic, non-human, slavery

Kaio felt a slight blush head up her cheeks as she once again ran her tongue speculatively over her lips, memories of her Master feeding her from his hand flashing through her mind, alongside memories of attending to his cock. The Vaulari glanced around reflexively in her embarrassment, and was grateful again that she was following behind Nyyra, the Aulithir handmaiden striding ahead purposefully, the crook of her hand magically tugging the amethyst jewel depending from Kaio's clitoral piercing. The slave had been startled by the new use for her piercing, as it felt as though someone had attached a leash to it and was pulling her along. The soft glow from the jewel suggested that there was a leash of sorts at play, just one made of magic instead of a chain or leather, as the amethyst hovered, angling towards Nyyra's clawed hand.

Kaio shivered at the intimate, total control that the senior slave held over her most sensitive place. She then blushed, sucking in her lower lip and nibbling it as she imagined her Master with that control.

The slave then angrily flushed even deeper as she realized the trail of her thoughts. Just like before, when she had been fed by him and 'tended' to him, her thoughts had been... submissive. Obedient. She thought of him as 'Master' and damningly didn't resent him for keeping her as a slave. The Vaulari clenched her jaw, trying to figure out why, by Aulir, she was so... so... She was

not

infatuated with the damnable Zathauin, she knew that for sure! The bastard had enslaved her, by the gods! It had hardly been two hours since she witnessed him torture one of his servants mercilessly, beating her and abusing her body with those horrible contraptions!

So then why did she get a little... thrill when she thought about those same contraptions? About being absolutely

stuffed

, every hole filled... and then she shivered, repulsed by her fascination with her ass or urethra being touched like that. The tremor in her heart, the heat between her legs at the thought of being whipped and

handled

like that clashed with the horror at being abused in such a manner. Kaio couldn't understand Zathaui, but she didn't need to speak it to see how much Seigycha had been tormented by whatever Irelk had done to her.

That didn't prevent her from wondering what it would be like to receive a similar treatment from her Master.

The Vaulari bit back a scream of frustration. She couldn't understand why, of all things, she was

intrigued

by the Zathauin noble. He was evil, a damned bastard of a Zathauin - like all his kind - and she should be looking for a way to escape or kill him (preferably both), not wondering what it would be like to be at the mercy of his tender ministrations.

The pressure letting off her piercing drew Kaio out of her thoughts, and she saw that Nyyra had come to a halt outside a small, nondescript door. A wave of her hand later, she opened the door and beckoned Kaio in, a light tug on the slave's piercing ensuring the Vaulari would follow. The door swung silently closed behind her, and Kaio saw that they were in a long, narrow room, about two shoulder-lengths across. The walls were lined with dozens of small, five-foot long holes, upon which were thin pads and a small sheet - tiny, compact beds.

In the bottom bed-hole immediately to their left slept Jeanna, her bare back turned towards the narrow walkway. Nyyra gestured to the bed immediately above the unconscious human. "Unless Master Irelk command other, you sleep here. There is washroom there," the Aulithir pointed at the opposite end of the room from where the two had entered, "and you spend time in this room. If you leave without Master Irelk or other of House, you be... punished." The hard look in the handmaiden's eye convinced Kaio not to try and sneak out - the Vaulari suspected some kind of magic over the door that would detect her piercings or the mark on her belly, and cause her pain of some horrible kind or another in response unless someone turned it off.

After receiving a nod from her charge, Nyyra smiled kindly, then turned and left, leaving Kaio alone in the room with her fellow sleeping slave. Sighing, the Vaulari went to the far end of the room and relieved herself, finding the washroom simple, spartan, but decent. She returned to her small bed and crawled in, finding that she was just barely able to fully stretch out without her antlers or feet hitting the walls. With another sigh, she rolled onto her side, and quickly fell asleep, the excitement from the day making her quite tired despite the nap she took on the way from the villa to her new home.

It felt like she had hardly closed her eyes when she heard a scream from below, and woke up to the sound of the wooden bed-hole being struck. Peering over the edge of her own bed, Kaio looked down at Jeanna, who was awake, her skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The human girl was breathing rapidly, her eyes wide with fright. The slave jumped when she saw Kaio appear, but she relaxed when she recognized her fellow captive.

"Are you alright?" the Vaulari asked softly, swinging her legs over and rolling out of bed to crouch beside Jeanna.

The human girl propped herself up on one arm, a shudder running through her body. "I... I had a bad dream," she replied. "Lots of people fighting, blood was everywhere. I was so scared."

Kaio reached out and gently hugged the girl. "It's okay," she murmured. "You're... you're okay, I'm here for you."

A moment's pause, and then Jeanna giggled quietly. "You were about to say, 'you're safe,' weren't you."

The Vaulari pulled back, a small, sad smile on her lips. "I didn't want to be a liar."

The human pulled back, her arms still embracing Kaio, and she gave a matching sad smile to her fellow slave. "It's okay. I know what you mean. And..." Her eyes darted towards the door out to the hallway, a thoughtful look crossing the girl's face. "I feel like Irelk... like

Master

is different from other nobles. He's... almost nice..."

Kaio glanced towards the door as well, a slight frown on her face. "Jeanna, he *enslaved* us," she said emphatically. "I don't think that leaves any room for 'nice,'"

Jeanna gave the Vaulari a pointed look. "He's a lot better than any noble I've 'served.' House Nokhess punished us for the slightest infraction or mistake - I've seen other slaves tortured like Seigycha was for dropping a dish or being a little late." She thought for a moment then shivered. "The device was... new."

The elf frowned. "What

did

the device do? I could see how distressed she was, but I... I don't speak Zathaui."

A dark look flickered across the human's face. "It... it filled all her holes... down there. And Master put some kind of oil... I think it burned and itched. He threatened to... make her breasts fuckable."

Kaio's eyes widened and she shuddered. "And you

still

say he's nice?"

Jeanna bit her lip. "At House Nokhess... Seigycha would still be being tortured... and it would continue until she died."

The Vaulari gasped softly, then shivered again. "I guess that's... he's better than House Nokhess."

The other slave smiled in genuine amusement. "That's an understatement," she replied dryly. Then, with a soft sigh, she leaned back. "We should probably try to sleep more. There's no knowing when we might have to... serve." She glanced significantly at the elf. "Again."

Kaio flushed a dark blue, resolutely avoiding her fellow slave's gaze. "R-Right! I'll, um..."

As the Vaulari started to stand, Jeanna reached out and gently caught her hand. "Actually, could you..." She blushed, looking away as Kaio looked at her with her head tilted. "Could you... sleep down here? With me? I-In case I have another nightmare."

The elf gave her new friend a small, sympathetic smile. "Of course," she replied kindly, then laid down beside Jeanna. The two nestled close, heads on one arm under their thin pillows, their other hand lightly, hesitantly resting on each other's hips. Their bodies lightly brushed, as the two yearned for the comforting closeness of a friend, but were hesitant to remain so close while nude and exposed as they were. Eventually, the both drifted off to sleep again, and shortly after, their arms and legs entwined as they unconsciously embraced, yearning for comfort in another's sympathetic arms.

* * * * *

Irelk glowered at the ever-unhelpful pile of documents on his desk. A glance at the timepiece on the wall informed him that his lack of progress had been ongoing for the past two hours since Kaio had been led out by Nyyra. The thought of the Aulithir dragged his eyes off to the side, where she was waiting patiently on a soft pad near the wall. The handmaiden perked up slightly when she noticed her temporary master looking at her, but relaxed at the realization that he was just looking.

With a sigh, he picked up one paper - some old census report - and tried to scan through it, but after the first couple of lines his eyes started to cross. After another, more emphatic sigh, he tossed the page back onto the desk and leaned back in his chair, his head thrown back as he closed his weary eyes. "Nyyra," he mumbled, "my shoulders."

Only the slightest rustle of cloth indicated that his words had been heard and obeyed, but after a moment, the slave's delicate, firm hands gently found his shoulders, then began to massage, her fine fingers seeking out knots and aches with practiced ease. The handmaiden's touch drew a satisfied sigh from the young noble, and Irelk allowed his thoughts to wander.

Even after several hours of uninterrupted work, the Zathauin had yet to even imagine what his mother wanted him to learn from the mountain of reports and histories she had ordered him to 'review.' Further perplexing was that she'd given no hint of what it was she wanted to accomplish. Certainly, she was known for being enigmatic at best, but in the past, when she wanted her only son to learn something, she made it very clear what she wanted from him. But now, something had changed, and Irelk had no idea what it was or what it meant.

Perhaps it has to do with 'involving me in her business,'

he wondered.

Which was, in and of itself, another enigma. House Blothudry was small, but rather wealthy. For centuries, they had produced devices and techniques to break and mold slaves into perfect servants, or toys, or dolls, or trophies, or whatever a noble Zathauin would want. In the slaving society they lived in, such a business was quite lucrative, but it was also entirely public knowledge - even if the specifics were closely-guarded secrets. But his mother's presumably

personal

business was a complete mystery - to the point that Irelk hadn't even realized she

had

any personal business.

And that her business somehow involved the Sakarvions, let alone

Gelmira

Sakarvion, was even more of a shock. The Sakarvions made their wealth and power off of their veritable army of slave labor, which they kept supplied by being prominent raiders. Gelmira had been an oddity in that she herself wasn't much of a fighter, but her cruelty and sadism was well-known in Kly Nocc. What possible interest the fourth heir of House Sakarvion, with little of import to her name, could hold for Lady Blothudry yet

another

question to which Irelk hadn't the slightest inkling of an answer.

"What the Hells are you up to, Mother?" he murmured softly, glaring at the inside of his eyelids as he relaxed further into Nyyra's expert fingers. There would be time enough to worry further about his mother's machinations. For now, he'd decompress from the events of the day.

* * * * *

"You did

what

?!"

Zehara Blothudry calmly sipped her tea as the nobleman's shriek of indignant rage faded into the misty pseudo-plane upon which the five nobles were meeting, her eyes closed in haughty disregard for his outburst. A moment later, she opened her eyes, carefully settled the cup back onto its plate, then set both onto the small tea table beside her chair. Only then did she turn her attention to the flushed, angry lord sitting two chairs to her right around the circle. "If I must repeat myself, H'zir, I said that I gave my son the various reports from the past centuries and instructed him to study them, in the hopes that he recognizes the pattern buried in them and asks the pertinent questions."

H'zir ground his teeth together. "I heard you the first time, Zehara," he gritted. "What I

meant

was why would you do such a reckless thing?"

To H'zir's immediate right, two chairs to Zehara's left, another Zathauin noble sat forward, holding their chin in hand and resting their elbows upon their knees. "Though he lacks tact, H'zir raises a valid point," Kuel said in their calm, androgynous voice. "Your son, Irelk, has not been vetted by any of us - even

you

opposed bringing him into the fold when the option was first suggested."

"I did that out of concern for his mild manner getting in the way of what needed to be done, not out of fear of betrayal," Zehara replied evenly. "Irelk is... unusual. Soft. Some might even say 'weak,' though I would disagree. In many ways, he tacitly opposes much of what our society supports, even while he manages to survive the most dangerous game any of us know of."

The other two nobles present nodded thoughtfully, while Z'hir fumed and Kuel simply watched Zehara with their bright, silver eyes. "Has he made any progress?" the noble to Lady Blothudry's right asked.

A ghost of a smile touched her lips. "He's only made it through the first century so far. He returned from a party of Shouldre Nokhess' with two... distractions. And it seems one of his serfs has caused quite a bit of trouble. His evening has been busy." She turned to regard the other noblewoman. "So, in answer, no, Evira, he has not. And given one of his new toys is completely untrained, it may be some time before he can dedicate any significant effort to puzzling out the mystery I set before him."

"Speaking of Nkohess' party," said the fifth member of the group, a blocky nobleman with a scar-lined face, "is it not true that he killed my cousin? The one you were thinking of marrying him to?"

Zehara inclined her head. "That is true, Vaukir, however, I believe this will work to our favor. Irlk would have found Gelmira to be... too cruel, for his tastes, while Gelmira would have been unable to respect him. One of them would likely have killed the other within a decade. However, the Kly Nocc House Sakarvion's second heir and daughter - now the first - is significantly more mild-mannered. In fact, I'm given to understand she is even 'softer' than my son. I believe the two of them together stand a much better chance of attaining our goals than Irelk and Gelmira."

Vaukir Sakarvion thought for a moment. "Living in Kly Nocc as you do," the grizzled man slowly growled, "I suspect you may know my cousins better than I do, Zehara. I will defer to your judgement on this matter - what's important to me is that we create the situation we need for our plans to fall into place. If it works to our favor that Gelmira is out of the picture, so be it - she would have had little place in our future."

"I still don't think it's wise bringing him into the fold," H'zir snapped. "He's far too young - we have never vetted someone younger than three centuries old, and Irelk is barely one-and-a-quarter!" He narrowed his eyes at Zehara. "And besides, given your position - and therefore

his

- is it truly wise to risk him being held culpable should we be found out? If that happens, then House Blothudry..."

"Will survive," Zehara interrupted. "Believe me, I have contingencies in place, should the worst happen. And despite my position - specifically here, on this little council of ours - I do not intend to bring Irelk quite

that

far into the fold. Barring a true inquisition into our activities that scours all five of our houses clean, Irelk will maintain plausible deniability." Baroness Blothudry smiled a small, amused smile. "And, should that worst scenario actually come to pass, it would matter little if Irelk sat with us here or not - so little would be left of our houses he would have nothing left to inherit from me."

A dour silence fell over the group for a minute. "Any further objections to Zehara's - redundant - motion to bring her son, Irelk, into the fold?" Kuel finally asked. H'zir looked mutinous, but didn't otherwise respond, while Vaulkir and Evira shook their heads. Kuel glanced around, then nodded once. "Neither do I." They looked at Zehara. "Go forward with your... invitation to your son, and, assuming Vaukir has no sudden objections, move forward with your plans to arrange the marriage of Irelk and the Kly Nocc House Sakarvion's new first heir-daughter." Both Zehara and Kuel glanced at the Patriarch of House Sakarvion, who shook his head. Another nod from Kuel. "Then I believe our meeting here is adjourned."

A quintet of arcane motions later, and the mist-swathed pseudo-plane evaporated as the five leaders of five of the Zathauin Major Houses returned to their homes. Once again seated comfortably in her study, Zehara slowly reached out to the side and took a long, elegant sip from her tea. Almost a full minute later, she sighed once, soft and quickly, then reached out towards her desk, picked up, and rang a tiny bell. One of the sideroom doors of her study opened, and a young human girl stepped out. She was wrapped in a tight leather harness, which included a head-harness, complete with a dildo-gag and a heavy, shaped leather blindfold over her eyes. Her arms were bound tight behind her back in an armbinder, which meant that the job of opening doors was left to the piercings and plugs that decorated her.

The girl quickly walked over to stand beside Zehara's desk, and the Baroness took her time penning a letter in her flowing hand. Several minutes later, after reading and re-reading it, she then folded the page, put it in an envelope, and sealed it with magical wax and a stamp. Zehara then slipped it into the small case belted just below the slave's breasts, then murmured into her plugged ear, "Bring this to House Sakarvion with all haste - standard reward for prompt arrival. Announce: Delivery only to Adronil Sakarvion. Await for reply with standard pleasure. Upon receipt of reply, return home with all haste, and deliver directly to me. Whilst in transit, double pleasure, with half-pain at random intervals. Acknowledge."

The head of House Blothudry received a whimper and bob of the head from the delivery-girl. "Proceed," the Zathauin noblewoman instructed, and the girl turned on her heel and hurried out, guided only by the enchantments within her blindfold, which helped her to navigate and avoid obstacles in her way.

Satisfied that her missive was en-route, Zehara relaxed back into her chair and slowly finished off her tea, her mind re-spinning a complex web of plans and contingencies within contingencies. It was true, Irelk's - or, more accurately, Nyyra's - actions during Shouldre's party had caused some complications, but there was great potential to turn those complications into significant benefits for herself - and, by extension, Irelk. A slow, satisfied smile made its way onto her face, and she let out a single, soft, "Hmmph," of amusement as the last of her tea settled into her stomach.

* * * * *

The morning after Shouldre Nokhess' party, Irelk awoke to the delightful sensation of his cock being tended to by Nyyra's skillful mouth. After cumming down her throat and putting the rest of her holes through their paces, the young noble dressed, then made his way to his study. From there, he summoned Aenyois to bring food, then spent another hour studying the documents his mother had assigned to him, growling once his breakfast was finished at the lack of progress he'd made.