The Witch Of Aggodar Ch 07

"You were a slave trainer?" Maeve snapped as soon as they were alone in their cabin once again and Shay had removed her gag.

"I've lived a long life, Maeve," Shay replied cooly. "I have been many things."

Maeve scowled at her. "So what am I then?" she asked. "Am I just another project for you to amuse yourself with until you get bored and move on to someone else?"

The witch looked tired as she sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her temples. Maeve glared at her, all too aware of the plug that still rested in her ass and the ropes that bound her arms and chest. She didn't know why the revelation that Shay had once trained slaves had outraged her as much as it had. Perhaps it was knowing that she had trained them for other peoples' use or perhaps it was just because, in her own naive way, Maeve had thought that what they shared was more unique than it now seemed.

"You don't understand, Maeve," Shay said carefully.

"Don't I?" Shay growled, more venomously than she had meant it. "Because it seems pretty clear to me."

"No, you don't!" the witch said bluntly. "Arridia is not like Everdale. Slavery does not mean the same thing here as it does at home."

Maeve snorted. "So what? They were there by choice?"

"Essentially, yes," Shay replied. "It is a great honour to be selected to become a Sheik's concubine. It was my job to ensure that Sheik Junda was attended to by only the best that the Golden CIty had to offer."

"What if they didn't want that?" Maeve snapped.

"Everyone who I trained was there because they wanted to be," Shay replied firmly. "Those that failed the tests were sent back home."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I made sure of it," Shay snapped. She looked at Maeve, her pink eyes sparkling with a mixture of anger and disappointment. "Do you really think I would have done it if it were any different?"

Maeve licked her lips uncertainly. The expression on the witch's face made her heart ache and she suddenly found it difficult to meet her gaze. She wasn't a monster. Maeve knew she should have known better.

"Sex is viewed differently here," Shay said, her tone softening slightly. "It is less to do with who you love and more to do with what you want. Concubines are well paid and well looked after. People sell themselves into this 'slavery' all the time. Think of Tilly. Think of the people serving us dinner tonight. Did any of them seem like they didn't want to be where they were?"

Maeve knew that Tilly had chosen to become Abraham's slave and she couldn't think of a time that evening when Sheik Junda's servants had expressed any discontent with their position. In fact, the only time the servants had appeared unhappy was when they had stared jealously at her as the Sheik fed her scraps from his meal like a dog.

"I guess not," she said slowly.

"Exactly," Shay replied, an edge of bitterness in her voice. "Maybe you should have thought about that before jumping to conclusions about me."

Maeve looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry," she said ashamedly. "I just... I thought this might have been something more."

The witch frowned before understanding dawned on her face. "Maeve," she said gently. "Of course this means more to me. What we have... It hasn't always been easy, but it means more to me than you could possibly know."

"It does?"

"Of course! When we first met you were trying to kill me. To be honest, I never expected you to come as far as you have, but here you are still. I couldn't have asked for anyone better to help me on this journey. You're brave and strong, but most importantly you have become my friend."

Maeve smiled broadly, tears of happiness welling in her eyes. She hadn't needed Shay to tell her that she loved her or anything so grand. She had just needed to know that their companionship meant as much to the witch as it did to her, and now she did. She felt instantly lighter and more relaxed, though she also felt stupid for ruining what until just then had been a thrilling evening.

"I'm not going anywhere," she said softly as she sat down on the bed beside Shay and rested her head on the witch's shoulder.

"Good," Shay replied. "Because the next few days are going to be tough."

"What do you mean?"

"You heard the Sheik," Shay said. "He wants to show us both off."

"He said something about competitions?" Maeve replied slowly.

The witch nodded. "Concubine games," she said. "They are designed to test your discipline and endurance against other slaves."

"Do you think I could win?" Maeve asked.

"You could," she said. "But you don't have to do anything that you don't want to do."

"I want to," Maeve said quickly.

Shay hesitated. "Maeve... Some of these games will involve more than just standing naked in front of a crowd of strangers. There will be other people involved."

Maeve chewed her tongue and nodded. "I know," she said. "But I trust you, Shay. And if Junda says you are the best, then we have to win."

The witch looked down at her and smiled. "You never stop amazing me," she said, putting her arm around Maeve's waist.

"I mean it," Maeve said firmly. "I don't want you to hold anything back."

Shay met her gaze cautiously. "Are you sure about that?" she asked.

Maeve bit her lip as she looked into the witch's pink eyes. Shay had encouraged her to explore her desires more than anyone had ever done before. She had never thought of herself as a submissive before meeting the witch, but now she loved being bound and gagged and the idea of being exhibited in front of a crowd sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Shay had unlocked all of that within her and Maeve was hungry to find out what other pleasures she had in store for her.

"I am," she said determinedly. "I want you to train me."

The corner of Shay's lips twitched and Maeve could practically hear her mind whirring. "Get on your knees then," she said firmly.

Maeve slid from the edge of the bed onto the wooden floor of the cabin, positioning herself so that she was kneeling in front of Shay. The witch looked down at her, her pink eyes sparkling with intent as they roamed slowly over Maeve's soft skin before lingering a moment on the mounds of her breasts.

"You will refer to me as 'Mistress' from now on," she said. "If I give you an order, you will follow it immediately. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Maeve whispered.

Shay slapped her. It was not a hard slap but it made her gasp all the same.

"Yes, what?" the witch hissed.

"Yes, Mistress," Maeve replied quickly, her cheek stinging in a way that wasn't completely unpleasant.

The witch glared at her silently for several minutes before slowly reaching out to stroke the spot where she had slapped her. "You did well tonight," she said eventually. "But you still have a lot to learn."

She stood up and crossed to the dressing table, leaving Maeve kneeling beside the bed as she removed her earrings and slipped off her sparkly purple dress. Maeve watched her undress, captivated by the shimmer of her pale skin, the curves of her breasts and ass and the way her long black and purple streaked hair cascaded down her back. She was the most terrifyingly beautiful woman that Maeve had ever set eyes upon and in that brief moment, she thought she would do anything that the witch asked of her, if only for the chance of earning her approval.

Shay placed her dress on the stool in front of the dressing table and turned to face Maeve again. She was naked apart from her glossy black heels that clunked loudly against the wooden floorboards as she walked to the foot of the bed. She looked at Maeve and snapped her fingers and the ropes that bound her arms and body suddenly vanished.

"Come here," she said.

Maeve went to stand but Shay hissed at her and she realised she was supposed to crawl. She shuffled around to the foot of the bed on her hands and knees, coming to a stop at the witch's feet as she looked down at her.

"Do you like having your ass plugged, slave?" Shay asked.

Maeve felt her cheeks turn pink as she nodded tentatively. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered.

"What happens when I do this?"

Shay raised one of her fingers, wisps of purple-pink magic appearing around her hand as as she drew a small circle in the air. Maeve gasped, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth as the plug in her ass began to rotate in time with Shay's fingertip.

"Did you like that?" Shay asked when she lowered her hand.

Maeve exhaled slowly and nodded. "Yes, Mistress," she replied obediently.

Shay smirked. "Discipline is an important trait for a slave to possess," she said. "You must learn to control your urges if you are going to impress the Sheik and the other trainers."

Maeve bit her lip as Shay leant back against the footboard of the bed and spread her legs. The soft sheen of her pussy told her that the witch was enjoying this just as much as she was.

"We are going to make each other cum," Shay said bluntly. "But you are not allowed to do so until I let you. Do you understand?

Maeve nodded, her toes curling and her body tingling with desire. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered.

"Then come here."

Maeve crawled in between Shay's legs, the scent of her perfume, laced with the witch's own arousal, a heady concoction that she could have got drunk on. She looked tot he witch for guidance, but Shay seemed content to allow her freedom to pleasure her in her own way. She placed a hand tentatively on the witch's thigh, running her fingers up the inside of her left leg as she brushed her lips against her right knee, moving slowly up her thigh towards the prize that was her pussy.

"Remember," Shay said softly. "Control yourself."

She extended her hand and Maeve inhaled sharply as she felt the plug begin to rotate in her ass once again. She gripped Shay's thigh and gritted her teeth, feeling the plug stretch her hole as it turned inside of her. The feeling was new and different, but it was already driving her wild.

"Did I say you could stop?" Shay growled.

Maeve purred softly as she refocused her attention on Shay's thighs, kissing and stroking her pale flesh as she climbed towards her pussy. She ran her fingers lightly over her already wet slit and kissed her opening, feeling Shay tremble with desire as she placed her hand on Maeve's head and pressed her mouth against her pussy. Maeve sighed as she breathed in Shay's scent and dutifully began to massage her clit with her tongue. Shay growled and ground her hips against Maeve's lips. She felt the plug in her ass begin to rotate faster, the sensation coupled with the taste of Shay's juices threatening to drive her over the edge until she remembered that she was supposed to be exercising her control. She pressed her eyes tightly together, focusing on Shay's movements and the tiny gasps that escaped her lips whenever she pushed her tongue deeper into her slit. She heard the witch moan and felt her hand tighten within her own hair and then Shay's whole body suddenly shook as a wave of pleasure overwhelmed her and she finally came.

The witch leant back against the bed, breathing deeply as she ran a hand through her tousled hair. The plug in Maeve's ass slowed but did not stop rotating all together. She looked down at Maeve and smiled thinly.

"Do you want to cum?" she asked.

Maeve nodded slowly, remembering how pathetic she had once felt the first time Shay had asked her that very same question.

"Have a said you can cum?"

She shook her head, frustration and desire causing her cheeks to glow red.

Shay smirked. "That's right. We're just getting started."

She held out her hand and Maeve felt something slide up her leg. At first she through it was the rope that the witch was so adept at conjuring but as she looked around she saw what appeared to be tendrils of magic working their way up her legs. She looked up at Shay nervously, but before she could ask a question the witch seized the back of her head and pushed her mouth back into her pussy.

Maeve groaned as her tongue went to work again, but she could feel the tendrils of magic working their way slowly up her legs. Two tendrils slid up her back before coming around her sides to encircle her breasts and squeeze her nipples. The other tendril slid between her legs, grazing her soaking pussy before penetrating her. She cried out, gripping Shay's legs tightly in her hands as the magic thrust deep inside of her whilst the plug in her ass began to rotate faster. Her eyes rolled back in her head which had started to spin. She pushed against Shay's legs, overwhelmed by the sensations that she was feeling. The magic pulsed within her pussy, its rhythm feeling strangely familiar to the beat of Shay's heart, and it took every ounce of her will power not to let it drive her over the edge.

"Do you want to cum?" Shay asked.

"Yes," Maeve cried, tears of pleasure stinging her eyes.

Shay tugged sharply on her hair. "Yes, what?" she growled.

"Yes, Mistress," Maeve whimpered. "Please let me cum!"

"I think you can wait a little longer," Shay said with a cruel smile.

Maeve wanted to sob as she shook her head. She was on fire. Her pussy ached and she knew she couldn't hold it in any longer. The magic inside her was too much to bear. Her body shook and she squealed as her orgasm tore itself free of her throat and she convulsed on the floor at Shay's feet.

Silence filled the cabin as Maeve struggled to catch her breath. The magic was gone as if she had only imagined it and the plug in her ass had fallen still. She blinked the tears from her eyes as she pushed a few strands of stray hair from her face and looked shamefully up at Shay.

The witch met her gaze and shook her head. Her expression was one of disappointment, but Maeve saw the sparkle of something else in her eyes and realised this was a challenge that she had always been destined to fail.

"How disappointing," Shay said softly. "Well," she continued. "At least now you get to see what happens when you disobey me..."

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Maeve awoke in a kind of stupor the following morning. She was still kneeling at the foot of the bed. Her wrists were bound to the bedposts either side of her and her thighs and ankles were tied together. A skintight mask enveloped her head, blocking her sight and disorienting her. She was gagged, her ass was still plugged and a pair of clamps dangled from her scarlet nipples.

She knew Shay had been awake for sometime. She had heard someone bring the witch breakfast and had heard her bathe and dress. Whether being ignored was part of her punishment or not, Maeve no longer cared. She had barely slept, her knees were on fire and her ass and tits had been punished to their limits. The worst thing about it all though, was that at some point in the night she had realised that she wanted more, that she had deserved all of it for disobeying Shay's orders.

The witch's footsteps sounded impossiblly loud in her depraved mind as she approached. She felt her tug at her mask and squinted in the blinding daylight that stung her eyes.

"Good morning," Shay said with a smile.

She was dressed in baggy trousers of purple silk and a matching crop top that was trimmed in gold. Golden circlets studded with amethysts were round around her arms whilst a small golden circle rested upon her brow beneath the brim of her black witch's hat. Had Maeve been in a more lucid state she might have commented on how beautiful she looked.

"How are you feeling?"

Maeve groaned, a line of drool oozing from behind her gag to splash on the floorboards beneath her.

Shay tutted as she lifted her head from under her chin with her thumb and forefinger. "Did we learn our lesson?" she asked.

Maeve nodded weakly.

"Good," Shay said, her gaze lingering a moment on Maeve's face. "We are approaching the Golden City. I thought you might like to come and see it."

Maeve didn't think she could have cared less at that point, wanting nothing more than to curl up in Shay's arms and sleep, but she nodded all the same. The witch waved her hand and the ropes that bound her vanished. She slumped forwards, her balance forsaking her, but Shay caught her and held her in her arms. Maeve shivered, closing her eyes as she breathed in the witch's perfume.

"This is going to sting," Shay whispered as she reached down and unclamped her tits.

Maeve was glad that she was still gagged because the sensation of the blood rushing back to her sensitive nipples made her yelp in pain. Shay held her tightly, rocking her in her arms as she removed the plug from her ass and then the gag from her mouth. Maeve closed her eyes and sank into the witch's embrace, wondering if she had been as gentle with the other slaves that she had trained in the past. Shay helped her to her feet and then bathed her and fed her some pastries that she had saved from her own breakfast. She then dressed her in a sheer crop top and a belt of gold rings with strips of sheer cotton that partially covered her ass and pussy. She clipped a gold chain to Maeve's collar before pausing and looking deep into her amber eyes.

"Are you ok?" Shay asked.

Maeve nodded. She felt sleepy and weak but also strangely comfortable. Her tits and ass still ached but they were pleasant reminders of the night she had spent as Shay's perfectly displayed toy at the foot of her bed.

"I'm fine... Mistress," she replied with a small smile.

Shay's eyes sparkled and her smile was one of pure joy. She leaned forwards and kissed her tenderly on the forehead before standing up and giving the chain a playful tug.

"Come on then," she said.

The deck of the Lily was bustling with activity as its sailors scurried about their positions, singing a shanty that Maeve did not understand but could at least enjoy the rhythm of. Maeve led her to a shaded spot near the front of the ship and she smiled inwardly at the many open-mouthed stares that followed her as she strutted across the deck.

"You should see the city any moment now," Shay said as they leant against the forward railing.

Maeve stared across the desert, the dunes in the distance reduced to shimmering mirages in the high, late morning sun. She could see other vessels nearby, all flying the same serpentine banners as Junda's massive warship. Some were headed in the same direction that the Lily was, whilst others were skipping across the sand on their way out to plunder the desert for more resources. Maeve wondered how the cities of Arridia could survive in such a hostile environment, but then she remembered the maps that Shay had shown her and how big the desert was. Clearly there was more to Arridia than the scholars of Everdale had ever known.

After a few minutes Shay raised her hand and pointed to something in the distance. Maeve shielded her eyes and squinted as the skyline of a sprawling city emerged through the heat haze. White buildings rose from the desert sands and she could see that many of the taller structures were capped with golden domes shaped like onions that glinted in the sunlight like orbs of fire. Palm trees, some of them five or six stories high, dotted the skyline and she could make out the beginnings of a canal of sorts, its waters sparkling like diamonds in the otherwise arid world.

The Lily began to slow and veered to the east of the city. Here Maeve could see more structures built of the same white washed stone as well as large wooden docks that jutted out into the sand. Signal towers stood in advance of the port and she spied men waving different coloured flags that she presumed directed the helmsman to where to dock the ship.

Bosuns began barking orders at their crew and she watched as the Lily's great, embroidered sails were furled and the turbines that drove the great ship through the soft sands fell silent. The Lily began to slow, its forward momentum providing precisely the energy that it required to swing about to starboard and glide effortlessly into the port with a cheer from its sailors.