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The Wolf Gatherer Chronicles Ch. 01

By: LeopoldNicholas



"I Lyeo, Lion of the Bettus, Hispa Vuk, Wolf Gatherer of the children of men, stand before you naked in the light of purity and admit cruelty beyond the measure of the Gods. Fear Me for I bring only bitter tears and terror and in My passing consume the bounty of harvest and womb alike. Your children are My coin, your lands are My larder and all who dare to face Me are doomed."

So repeats the speech that bloodies the ears of ally and foe alike. I have no mercy in My soul, the reaper took all care from Me with My fallen fortune and comrades. I am the last in the line of great wanderers and since the destruction the Khans great city I am but a plague left to feast upon the innocent. Time stopped when the tents of Bettia turned to flames in the eastern sky and the river Omeg ran red with Bernard blood. I have no home, no people and no pity. Feast upon each other humankind and dance only for My pleasure and caravans. Whether horses and hounds for the great Khan, eunuchs for the Drack Sultans, sickle warriors for Saltag Kings or painted harlots for the brothels of Dross, all are fair game for the Wolf to gather and gold to line My funeral mound.

Eight centuries and the world has barely changed, evil but becoming the currency of power instead of the affliction of madness. Yes I am a monster but one that serves a purpose. I am the buffer between the child molester and the innocent child, betwixt the rapist and the virgin's purity. I supply chotgor his quota and kharankhui burkhan leaves the multitude in sweet ignorance of the horrors that might otherwise be. Life is good to Me and I am kind and generous to all beneath the fall of My whip. There is but one Wolf Gatherer and a universe of waiting sheep.

The stables smelt good. Lyeo took a deep breath and inhaled the aroma of horses and leather. All the stalls were empty, war had touched this place too long for any creature to be safe from the pot and He was saddened. Many times He had eaten stews and goulashes that were a mystery to Him but His men knew better than to dare to cook the flesh of a horse, even these centuries later the Khans laws still held sway over the outcast, even mortal flesh was far more acceptable than equine in a last resort. He lay upon the last vestiges of the hay, His great cloak wrapped around Him for warmth and comfort. The gnout He leaned against the wall close to hand, not that it was needed before daybreak but He felt the want of its company. 

The woman and girl came quietly into the stable. They both wore traditional Bock dress, moukriyani, fine delicate materials totally unsuitable for the winter temperatures. The woman was probably thirty nine years old, the girl just nineteen and by similarities in hair color and features could be assumed mother and daughter. The girl looked steadily at the straw covered flagstones, but the mother, much braver and haughty, looked steadily at Him as He watched them approach. Looking behind them Wolf could see the shadow of His bodyguard one-eye hovering close, imagining himself out of sight, always ready, always on guard.

"Master of slaves, I have come to ask you a great favor. My daughter is unmarried and has never known a man. She will suffer rape and torture at the hands of the buyers who wait below. Please take her so she may now one night of love."

Lyeo carefully scrutinized the woman as she spoke. Her dark brown eyes shone from below the traditional heavy eyebrows, her nose large but shapely overhanging a well-defined mouth, dark almost purple lips open to show white perfect teeth. The daughter was beautiful, but young. Thin, through careful eating and constant exercise her body had yet to reach the full roundness of the mother and had still the almost boyish stature of such Bock girls. The moukriyani she wore was sheerer than the mothers and had no customary pantaloons below. He could distinguish the slight mound of her sex showing through the fabric, shaved completely as was the custom.

"Lord, please. I do not wish her to be known by any of your followers, but if needs be they have offered."

Lyeos eyebrows met like black clouds before thunder. His voice spat out in annoyance.

"My men should be sleeping or on guard not offering favors to you or your daughter. You forget her value is far greater as a virgin."

He made to rise but suddenly the daughter dropped to her hands and knees, her forehead hard upon the stone floor, her hands gripping the ankles of His boots.

"Mighty Lion, I am of little matter in this world and have no right to expect Your kindness but please forgive my mother for her impertinence. She has too much pride and little understanding of the precious value of Your time."

Wolf growled to Himself. The girl was playing Him and He knew it, but His chest puffed a little as she massaged His ego and He Found her voice somewhat captivating.

"Master of slaves, I know I have no right to ever be considered worthy of such as You and am mortified that my mother acts so disrespectfully. Please punish me for her sins. I would not wish her to suffer at your hands because of her love for me."

The girl had quietly managed to shift forward so her hands now rested upon His knees and He caught the smell of her deep in His nostrils. Glancing up at the mother He saw at once that this was arranged but He already felt a stirring in His body that would not halt till he had her.

"Lord, she is innocent in body but has all the knowledge necessary to be a perfect concubine." 

The mothers voice was filled with pride and time seemed to echo backwards to when droit de cuissage was the commonplace custom. 

"As you wish."

Wolf pushed back the saddle blanket He had hastily pulled over Himself for warmth and gently gestured the girl upright. The mother moving forward a little eased the flimsy fabric of the moukriyani up over the girls body revealing first her thighs and mound, then her almost perfectly flat stomach and finally two pert breasts centered by small puffed nipples. The girl smiled happily as her almond eyes met His and then ecstatically lowered her body against His reclining form.

The girls skin was so soft to His touch. His hands were hard and dry from days in the open, sheepskin gloves doing little good when temperatures averaged below minus ten. His finger tips were already cracked and bleeding round the nails; a condition He had inherited from generation upon generation of antecedents; another curse of the blood. Now the lotion applied to her body felt like precious oil, His hands absorbing the balm like blotting paper.

Her lips began to press against His lips. Not the open sexual kiss of a practiced lover but with a nervousness that at once was arousing and frustrating. Wolf allowed her timidity to reign, the night ahead would be long and there was no point in rushing this experience. Rather it was a time to be savored like the finest Tokay or the sweetest Lokum. Wolf allowed His hands to caress her back, feeling the strong muscles below the softness, admiring her conditioning. The small of her back curved gently till it wandered to become the valley between her hard buttocks. His fingers slid down that sensuous pathway till the tips found first the tight opening of her anal passage and then the back door to her sex. The opening to her womb was moist with anticipation and He felt the entrance gape a little in wantonness. Her breathe seemed to stop and then with a gasp sped like a fiery saltag mare wanting to reach her goal.

"Patience little one there is much time to enjoy."

As if to answer her tongue snaked out to caress His lips, attempting to burrow like a snake into the heat of His mouth, her hands struggling to unfasten the silver buckle that held the heavy embossed leather belt around His waist.

"Master, Your sex, please."

The girls voice was whispering, husky, filled with desires she understood but had yet to taste. She spoke in the simple tongue of the unclaimed, words strung together without proper form or grace.

"Master, my body burns."

The buckle at last gave to her fumbling fingers and quickly undoing the buttons holding the flap at the front of His doeskin pants she slid a hand inside to grasp His member.

"Master, very hot."

The girl extricated herself from His grasp and turning positioned herself on all fours between His legs. Reaching backwards, pressing her forehead to the floor for balance, she spread her buttocks wide offering Him all she had to give.

"Master, make my hole yours, the path of boys."

The path of boys. It sounded strange to hear this innocent talk so. The Drack had bought their taste for boys to this region and the women had soon recognized the way to entice them back to their arms. Offering the tight core of their being served them well for centuries, saving them from continuous slavery as breeders and allowing them to pleasure their men whenever they wished without unwanted consequence. 

The girl had been shown how to push back against the sphincter controlling her bowel and was pursing it deliciously as she waited. Reaching forward Lyeo touched the deep red of the inner folds and the girl pushed back immediately swallowing the finger to the knuckle.

"Master, take my virgin ass. Make me your cocks slave." 

Kneeling behind her Lyeo aligned the engorged mushroom of his penis with the girls ass bud. He watched fascinated as she gaped the tightness with practiced ease, hours spent under her mothers tutor-age coming to fruition for His delight. The tip of His member touched her and she shuddered, liquid dribbling from her sex to pool beneath her on the stone floor; the smell of mixed urine and vaginal secretion rising to invade His senses. 

Pushing forward He watched the helmet enter her, spreading her canal wide. The girl gasped a little and tried to impale herself deeper but His hands firm on her hips kept the penetration slow. She was tight and her muscles seemed to work on His shaft begging Him to completely take her. Still He held back, allowing only a minute additional penetration. The girls smell was now animalistic, she was on heat and all her real or pretend naivety had flown. Lyeo gripped her hips hard once and then released them; instantly she thrust back onto Him till totally impaled. 

"Master, My Lion, impale me, stab me to the small death."

Lyeo began to ride her, gentle at first but building momentum continuously. He felt her discharge hot and sticky on His testicles, transferred as they slapped against her open vulva lips at each stroke. The pitch of His movements began to change as He felt the rising seed invade the core of His member, then with a great flood precious jitsum flooded out to fill her bowel with heat and slickness.

"Master, Master, the Owner of my holes."

Her words came between a mixture of fractured breaths and sobs of joy, as only comes from the little death. For His part Lyeo was lost, drowned by in a sea of ownership and majesty that comes to wash away the impurities of all other lesser existences. His great mane fell around His face, His eyes ablaze with such passion and frenzy that only came from the taking of human, whether soul or life.

Sinking back onto the straw He allowed His mind to stop and instead fed upon the manna His senses fed Him; taking huge gulps of life into His deepest being. Distractedly He watched as the mother, appearing from nowhere, deftly transferred the semen dribbling from her daughters still pulsing anus to the wet waiting opening of her sex. Wolf smiled and nodded acceptance of action; concubines had the right to the fluids they extracted and He had no wish to break such ancient traditions. 

The girl turned to face Him and lowering her eyes waited. He nodded again and gratefully, respectfully she crept into His arms with the deepest of sighs.

"There is plenty of room mother."

The woman smiled happily and without a question lowered herself at Lyeo's other side. He slept, without thought or concern. Tomorrow would be another day, perhaps a profitable one, for now He was content.

The feeling of wet and hot flesh pressed to His thigh bought Him back from slumber. The girl still lay close against His side, her head resting in the crook of His arm, sleeping deeply, contentedly. Raising His head enough to look down He saw the mother, the hems of her garment draw up under her armpits riding her thickly matted sex along His skin. Her head was turned upwards, a look of deep concentration upon her face, searching into her depths to retrieve the little death she sought. Gently He reached forward and pressed His thumb against her swollen clitoris where it jutted proudly from her hood. Her eyes opened and she looked half fearfully, half rapturously, into His burning black eyes. The tremors started in her stomach, visible ripples permeating her body, traveling downwards to invade her womb bringing her to instantaneous climax. Silently she screamed, once, twice, the hot liquid of her pleasure feeling like fire against His skin. A younger woman might have ceased, but this pleasure was of small measure to the one she searched for in her carnal crusade. 

Her hand reached forward to grasp His member fast, taking the engorged appendage and pulling back the uncut skin to expose the dark red head below. Eyes glued to her prize she rode faster, the course hair of her crotch abrading Him like fine wire. Pumping His phallus her eyes filled with the wild desire for service, the need to be totally possessed by this thing that still bore the scent and lubricant of her own daughter's maidenhead. It was then the girl awoke and taking the full measure of events quickly into her head enveloped His tip with her mouth and Lyeo ejaculated hard. Whether it was the woman's look of animal lust, the tight clinging throat of the girl, or an erotic pottage of both He could not tell, but the seed poured hard and long from Him to choke the girl fiercely. Valiantly she swallowed and gagged, never for one moment did the muscles of her windpipe cease till He was drained utterly. Deep within Him escaped the banshees scream, that ungodly sound that comes only from those that reach the hidden depths of pleasure or horror few dare to face. The world seemed to freeze, for one moment time itself stopped and angels wept, then all three collapsed together in a twisted mass of exhausted flesh and bone.

"Master, the buyers are gathered."

Lyeo brushed the daughters matted hair away from His face and made an attempt to focus. The stable was filled with the scent of the night's fornication and it smelt strong.

"What time is it balcus?"

"Master, the sun has risen for two hours. The merchants are grumbling and getting restless."

"Fuck the merchants, they make easy money off My pickings, let them wait. Post some men at the gateway, they will make any early exit too expensive for those cowards."

Both mother and daughter had woken and were making to rise.

"Wait mother, you two have nowhere to rush too."

"Master I must prepare my daughter for the sale. She will fetch you a pretty price if presented at her finest."

"And you mother? What will you fetch?"

"Master, there will be some poor man amongst the buyers who needs a whore for his soldiers. I could do worse."

"Balcus!"

Lyeo's tone bought the eunuch scurrying.

"Master, a thousand pardons I thought you were done."

"These two are not for sale today. Keep them at My horse rail. Oh, and balcus don't think. You remember what happened the last time you thought and you have no more easy parts for clipping."

The two women started to stutter thanks but Lyeo brushed their words away as if swatting unwelcome fruit flies in midsummer.

"You can stay till I get bored. Just till then no longer."

"Master, we will do anything to amuse you, anything."

Lyeo looked the mother hard in the eyes and saw the truth in her words.

"Well for pitys sake start by giving Me a good tongue bath and lets start with the sweaty parts."

Mother and daughter bent their necks joyfully and Lyeo lay back and closed His eyes. Seems it would turn out to be an excellent day after all.

The Wolf Gatherer Chronicles Ch. 02



"The leash would have looked good dangling between your bare breasts and the end inserted in your cunt!"

The whole room went silent.

"Well you acting and dressing like a fucking whore so you might as well complete the picture."

Octavius decided it was probably best to get everyone out as quickly as possible. Lyeo was about to blow and the discharge would cause mayhem amongst his carefully rehearsed charges. His Master was not an easiest man as an employer, twice he had found himself at the wrong end of a poniard and really didn't trust good fortune with a third.

"Master I am sure the girl was simply playing the fool. A moment of childishness nothing more."

"How much do I pay you Octavius?"

Opening his mouth to reply was probably not a good idea.

"Too much is what I pay you you useless piece of shit. I should have bought a cheap eunuch in Drack, at least he wouldn't spend every night fucking My valuable stock. The orphanage has more of your bastards than Mine."

Octavius bit his tongue before it was in danger of being pulled out with hot pincers by the root.

"Two weeks till I leave for the sale and you have turned valuable commodities into cheap sluts."

Nothing he could do but bow and wait for the blow.

"Sort this mess out by tomorrow or your head is going to be above the gate with your cock still wriggling in its mouth."

The punch hit him hard in the celiac plexus almost immediately. Octavius realized it had probably been a bad idea to bow quite so deeply as his feet left the floor from the impact of the uppercut. Landing spread-eagled on the floor was easy, waiting to see if a boot to the head would follow was not.

"Masters gone."

Cellibe was a sweet girl and really hadn't meant anything by her fooling, that she should be acting quite so cheaply as the Master entered the room was really just bad fortune. Octavius would have loved to tell her such but was still quite incapable of breath let alone speech.

"Let me help you to your room sir."

He managed to rise after a few more minutes and using the girls very succulent shoulders as a support allowed her to assist him to his quarters, falling dramatically onto the bed.

"Can I do anything to help you sir? You were so brave taking the blow that should have been mine." 

Octavius was nothing if not an opportunist.

"Perhaps you could just ease of my breeches dear child and make sure I don't have any bruising."

Something told him the punch was going to prove a small price to pay.

Lyeo sat in the lowest level of His keep that held sway over the furthest northern point of West Mans island. The dungeon had been hammered directly out of the bare rock beneath the gaunt tower and the only light came from the open trap door to the room above. He was carefully considering Octavius's worth and was not coming to a conclusion either way. The man was a good teacher in general, neither a brute nor a wimp, but sometimes his lack of discipline with the girls was almost too much to endure. 

"Problem is I actually like the man much against My better judgment, not that you two have the faintest notion what I am talking about."

The two Saltag girls eyed Him from twin cages, the willowy athletic one with obvious fear, the other with snake venom in her stare. The journey from Ashmad Shahs coastal cave fortress had been difficult. The two day voyage from Drack and another tied across a pack saddle was not the easiest of journeys but a couple of days in the cages had calmed them enough for Lyeo to at least inspect them. They were dressed in thigh length shifts, thin strapped at the shoulders and tied at the waist. The material was undyed thin woven hemp and semitransparent. 

"You are here to learn to serve. This will be either easy or hard depending on your attitude and willingness. You will call Me Master."

The girl He had decided to call 'willow' seemed to have grasped something positive from His words and began to look less terrified. 

"You are called willow. You will obey Me without question. You understand?"

The girl nodded. 

"I asked if you understood willow."

"Yes I understand."

"Yes I understand Master is the correct response and lower your eyes."

'Yes Master I understand." 

Willows eyes moved respectfully to a point on the floor halfway between them.

Wolf turned His attention to the other girl.

"You I will call freyja because you are wild and untamed. You understand?"

The girl stared back at Wolf with ice in her eyes.

"Very brave freyja, but also very foolish."

Wolf moved to the front of the cage containing willow.

"I am going to open the cage door willow. You will come out and kneel in front of the My chair."

"Yes Master."

"Very good willow, you are doing excellently."

The girl walked quietly from the cage and knelt obediently in front of the chair. Lyeo studied freyja's reaction and sure enough she was staring at willow with the same lust that He had seen before. He had made certain there was no physical contact since He had first seen them and was pleased to see that every movement that willow made captured freyja's intense fascination.

"She is very attractive isn't she freyja. I think you would like to play with her."

A growl came from freyja's throat, she was beginning to see where this was going.

"You would find that being a good slave gets many rewards that otherwise would be denied."

The girl growled again but Wolf could see the brain working behind the eyes, women were so much better at thinking when sexually aroused. Most aroused males lose all sense except for their lusts release, females are artful right to the point of climax, but are then completely vulnerable.

Lyeo returned to His chair and sat. He eyed willow studiously, leaned forward and undid the bows holding her shift in place. The shift fell downwards exposing the pert breasts and small nipples to His gaze. The girl blushed deep crimson, but did not flinch. He traced her features with the fingertips of His right hand, marveling at the inherent softness of human skin even after exposure to the heat and cold of the Saltag climate. The girl closed her eyes and a faint smile played across her lips. Lyeo's touch was purposefully gentle and probably the first genuine caress she had experienced for a considerable time. His hand moved down to her shoulder and followed the flow of the shoulder from neck to arm. The girl was lean but well-muscled, naturally owning a physical geometry pleasing to the eye. His hand moved to brush against the tiny nipple of her left breast and he noted the hardening and the shudder that traveled through her being. 

He looked across at freyja. Her eyes were fixed on willows back, centered on the tight round buttocks jutting perfectly in this kneeling position. Wolf reached down and pulled the edge of willows shift up to her waist knowing that the view of her naked buttocks would arouse freyja even more. Reaching down a little further He gently pushed willows knees further apart till certain freyja's view included willows ass bud and the back of her sex. Taking willows left hand in His right He laid her palm on the outline of His already semi erect penis. Her hand felt hot through the deerskin of His pants and He was pleased to see she made no attempt to pull away. 

"You feel safe willow?"

"Yes Master."

The answer came back immediately and with sincerity.

"Rest your head on My thigh if you wish."

The girl shuffled forward a few inches and laid the side of her head on top of the hand that was now beginning to grip His manhood.

"Close your eyes and rest willow. You are under My protection now."

Willow sighed deeply and within a moment became leaden. For the first time since leaving Saltag her sleep was deep and peaceful.

The girl stirred some two hours later. Lyeo had sat still and patient knowing that His waiting would be rewarded when she awoke.

"You slept deeply willow."

Yes Master, it was wonderful."

"Let Me see your face."

Lyeo reached down and gently lifted the girls gaze to His. Her eyes, blue as sapphires, shone with happiness. Smiling gently He stroked her hair, smoothing the ripples caused by her slumber. The girl smiled, such a wonderful smile, her whole face lighting with its brilliance. Life in Saltag was hard for these poor wretches and in her twenty years this was possibly the first kindness she had experienced.

"Master?"

"Yes willow?"

"How can I please you Master?"

"How would you like to please Me willow?"

The girls hand had not left the outline of Wolfs member the whole time she had been sleeping. Her grip tightened just a little and she bent her head down to kiss the rapidly enlarging lump.

"Please Master."

The words drifted from her lips between soft yet passionate kisses up and down the covered object she so desperately desired.

"Yes willow, pleasure Me."

A visible shudder ran up and down the girl's body and her face reddened. Her hands reached up to unfasten the silver buckle at His waist and very carefully eased His riding breeches down inch by inch kissing the linen under garment exposed below. Raising His hips slightly Lyeo allowed the girl to ease the breeches down past His knees till they rested on the tops of the polished riding boots He was wearing. Looking up for reassurance the girl carefully lifted His right foot from the floor and eased the fitted leather shaft down His calf. Placing the boot carefully to her right and settling the foot comfortably down she repeated the process with the left boot. She was now able to peel the breeches completely off and folding them precisely placed them next to the boots. Willow sat back on her heels for a moment and with the broadest of smiles studied the white linen that was all that kept her from her target. Carefully grasping the waist and again with some assistance from Lyeo the offending garment was hastily removed exposing the now very erect penis to her obviously delighted gaze. 

He watched as her eyes feasted on the meal she was about to consume. Her tongue darted outwards to moisten her already pursing lips and Lyeo noted with satisfaction the smell of her sex beginning to fill His nostrils. Slowly, carefully, she bent forward and took the very tip of His shaft between her lips. Her tongue rolled around the head moistening the mushroom and delicately tasted the aperture in the very tip. Pressing downwards with great care and gripping with her lips willow rolled His foreskin down the shaft and was entranced to have the complete helmet to tongue. She ran her tongue around the under cap of the mushroom finding the indent that marked the very center of its pleasure nodes and lapped there joyously. He was enraptured. The girl's skill was rewarding but the manner of her joyous service overwhelmed Him. Momentarily He forgot everything but the moist orifice that was so taken with giving Him total pleasure and He lay back allowing His eyes to half shut in rapture.

Lyeo's attention was drawn by the moans coming from the still caged freyja. She was squatting on the floor, her eyes fixed on willows hindquarters and thrusting two fingers of her left hand deeply into her sex. Her face was a mask of wantonness and Wolf had no doubt she would her taken willow violently had she been released. He smiled in the knowledge that His plans were coming to fruition. Willow was now sucking at Him deeply. Her mouth moved up and down His shaft with great delight and her face a picture of concentration and pleasure. She left His hardness slip from her mouth and running her tongue from the tip to the base began to lap at His sac. Gently she took each testicle into her mouth in turn sucking and rolling her tongue to capture every delightful segment of flavor. Then to His great pleasure her tongue moved lower, causing Him to raise His legs involuntarily and began to moisten then probe His ass bud. The girls skill was amazing and Lyeo momentarily considered the possibility of keeping her for Himself, but the scheme of things had been set in play and any change would not result in the desired conclusion.

Willows tongue was sliding in and out of His anus with great dexterity and obvious joy and Lyeo could sense Himself moving towards the inevitable release of His seed. Reaching forward He grasped the girls hair at each side of her face and directed her lips back to His engorged shaft. With an expression of great satisfaction willow recommenced her slavering and when the sac tightened she took Him deep into the back of her mouth. His seed hit her throat with great force but she made no attempt to move just swallowed all He could deliver with great abandon. Even after she had supped all He could give her throat muscles continued to milk His hardness hoping for one more precious drop. He lay back in the chair, His penis still held by willows lips and was forced to push her a little to get released. She sat back on her heels and even with her lowered face Lyeo could detect the look of satisfaction that appeared.

"You pleased Me greatly willow."

"Master, my purpose is always to please You."

He smiled benignly and quietly rising led her back to the cage from whence she had come. Glancing at freyja who was now sitting hunched in a corner lapping her own juices from her fingers He began to think about tomorrow.

"Rest slaves, eat and drink what is bought you. We will meet again in the morning."

Lyeo worked late into the night. The workshop was basic but His hands knew how to turn most tools to His purpose. The wood He used came from the shutters that used to seal the window immediately to His right. The weather was clearing and some things were more pressing than the any concern for privacy. After three hours He was somewhat satisfied. Certainly the construction was not glamorous, but was well suited to the purpose it would serve. Finally with great care He took a discarded belt and carefully cut and positioned the leather around the aperture. He wanted nothing distracting from the main object of His design, not even a mild scratching from rough cut lumber or pin heads. Placing His elbows on the bench He stared closely, rehearsing in His head every movement, every circumstance till He was completely satisfied it was adequate.

The girls had been moved from their cages ready for His appearance. He slowly descended the flight of open stairs, measuring the effect His footfall would have on the two different personalities below. As expected willow had assumed the kneeling position of yesterday, except noticeably her breasts thrust out a little more with an expectation of her Masters pleasure. Freyja was seated in a wooden chair. The chair was heavy, almost cumbersome and the back formed by a high A frame. Her legs were positioned in cut outs at the edge of the seat, so positioned to spread her thighs wide. The seat of the chair had been cut away and her exposed sex was clearly visible. Ropes passed around her wrists and ankles and were tied to the chair arms and legs. Her expression was in sharp contrast to willows. Her eyes burnt like hot embers and she snarled at His appearance, only the leather gag in her mouth forced her silence. Neither of the slaves seemed fazed by their nakedness, in fact willow was obviously reveling in her role. Freyja was a natural vixen, with pride in her body and her ego; Lyeo had considered hard and long how to keep the former whilst losing the latter. He glanced to the small table beneath the open stairs and was rewarded with the outline of His new toy concealed beneath a drape.

Taking His former place in the chair He beckoned willow to approach. She dutifully crawled on all fours to her position kneeling between His feet. Lyeos' servants had taken some time preparing her today, her hair was brushed and shining and her face bore the traces of a light but pleasing makeup. Her nakedness was only broken by a single silver chain that circled her waist, fastening with a silver padlock at the navel. Her finger and toe nails had been trimmed and painted and her body smelt of fresh almond blossom. He was pleased at the choice He had made in the caves; willow was proving a quick and willing pupil and her new training, added to her already considerable medical knowledge, would prove invaluable in the future. Brushing the hair back from her left ear He gently stroked the softness of her cheek then indicated she should move to her immediate right allowing her to lean against His right thigh. 

Lyeos attention was now squarely on freyja and their eyes met in a double cold hard stare. He rose quickly from the chair and walking to stand in front of her slapped her hard across the left cheek. The girl made no sound but from her sudden intake of breathe He could tell she hurt. 

"Do not dare to look Me in the eye without express permission."

As an exclamation mark another slap landed with sufficient force to turn her head sharply. Lyeo reached down and placed His hand over her sex, His middle finger along the pert line of her lips. The girl didn't move but her eyes bored into His with such displeasure as He had seldom witnessed. He removed His hand and made a great play of licking the finger then placed the hand back in the same position. The lubricated middle finger slipped between the lips and He felt her heat. This time the girl attempted to raise herself away from His ministrations but her bindings held her tight in place.

"You should stop struggling freyja, this is a battle you cannot win. When you are ready to call Me Master we can move forwards."

Lyeo returned to the chair and turned to willow.

"Stand up willow and place yourself in front of Me."

"Yes Master."

The girl obeyed without hesitation. Reaching forward He gently pressured her inner thighs till her feet were spread widely. His hands slid up and in till they rested either side of her mound. He noted that her lips already had the sheen of her juice on them and had parted sufficiently to show the dark inner skin tone. He traced His hands up and down the smooth fleshy flaps then gently opening them slipped His fingers into the wet hot honey pot. The girl swayed and sighed, her hips thrusting forward opening herself more as His fingers obligingly slid deeper. Her eyes were closed tightly and her face had the expression of a child in a candy store, anything He did was sure to fill her with more and more wanton desire. The tops of willows thighs began to show a fine coating of her fluid and her breathe deepened noticeably. Wolf began to tease her now hard clitoris with the tip of His fingers, strumming it like a stringed instrument. The girl arched her back suddenly and began to quake. 

"Cum for Me willow, it is My pleasure."

With such a command the girl had no alternative than to climax hard. Her head slipped back and her hips ground against His hand as shudder after shudder ravished her body. Finally her chin dropping onto her chest her knees began to buckle.

"Down willow. Prostrate yourself."

Obediently and thankfully the girl collapsed to her hands and knees, her forehead resting inches from His feet.

"Master."

The word slipped from her mouth with such emotion that it danced in the air between them.

"Rest willow, I am pleased with you."

Lyeo rose from His chair and stood in front of Freyja. Reaching down He again passed His hand along the cleft of her sex; this time it was slick and open.

"You enjoyed watching willow cum, but you will not have that pleasure yourself till you say the words."

Turning He moved to the table under the staircase and removed the drape from the object. Wolf carried back a simple wooden box. Simple at first glance, but with a purpose of intricate design. Attaching the metal ring at the top of the box to the top of the chairs A frame He slid half of the boxes base from its carefully constructed groove. The half in Wolfs hand had a semicircular cut out in the center and the half still attached to the box had a matching cut out; the two halves completing a perfect circle when in position.




The Wolf Gatherer Chronicles Ch. 02



"This is for your neck freyja."

Slowly using the rope as a pulley He lowered the box onto freyja's shoulders. The half in His hand was quickly slid back into place and fastened with a bolt. Wolf tied the support rope off and stepped back to check His handiwork. 

"The box is yours freyja. You will wear it whenever you disobey Me, or it is My pleasure for you to do so. You will find that soon you will become disorientated. Then, as time passes, terrified by every noise that enters this space. You will listen with great anticipation for My approach and beg Me to remove it. If you are honest and dutiful in your request I may oblige."

Lyeo turned as if to return to His chair, then as if suddenly remembering something stopped and turned back.

"There is one more refinement especially for you."

A small hole in the front of the box slid open and freyja's face was suddenly awash with a stream of His seed filled urine. The hole closed as suddenly as it had opened and freyja was again enclosed in darkness.

"Get used to My scent freyja, you will come to desire it in time."

Taking willow by the hand Wolf climbed up the open staircase and with a resounding thud the trapdoor fell into place.

Five hours later the trap door opened again and Lyeo led willow down the stairs. His nostrils were greeted by the strong smell of urine, but not His own. Freyja struggled to turn her head towards whoever approached, the boxes weight and square sides foiled every attempt. Wolf could see from her glistening body that the heat in the basement had been extremely uncomfortable and could well imagine the strength of odor caused by His urinating into the box. He smiled widely and stroked willows hair as they came to a halt in front of the chair.

"Well freyja I hope you enjoyed your little rest. You seem to have needed to urinate."

The dirt floor directly forwards of freyja's sex was soaked. Freyja must have been near her time guessing from the red flecks in the still pooled piss. 

My sweet willow, I want you to go upstairs and fetch some warm water, wash cloths, soap and towels."

"Yes Master."

Willow almost skipped as she left on her mission she was so happy with her new found place.

"Now freyja, have you decided to be submit to your new position or do we have to continue with the lessons?"

No sound came from the boxes interior except perhaps the sound of saliva hitting the front. Willow returned dutifully carrying a pail of warm water, some soap, wash cloths and several large towels.

"Willow poor freyja seems to have had an accident I would like you to freshen her please."

Willow placed the pail to her left side and knelt between freyja's knees. Taking a wash cloth, dampening it then soaping she began to wash freyja's inner thighs. Wolf stepped back and without taking His eyes from the spectacle sat in His chair. Willows hands were busily wringing out the cloth and re-soaping and freyja by her body language seemed to have forgotten the box momentarily and was instead transfixed by the new sensation. 

"Make sure you wash her thoroughly willow. Ensure her sex is very clean, outside and in."

"Yes Master."

Willow was totally un-phased by His instructions and proceeded to thoroughly wash the exterior of freyja's honey pot before soaping her fingers and proceeding to wash the inner lips.

"Make sure you get the entire inside clean willow."

"Yes Master."

Her fingers began to slide deeper and deeper, coating the inner walls with the soap. Lyeo noticed freyja's thighs widen and her pelvis attempt to slide forward. She was obviously finding the invading fingers to her likening. 

"There is a large syringe on the table over there willow, you can utilize it as a douche."

"Thank you Master."

The retrieved syringe was quickly dipped in the water and filled, slid deep into the velvet purse and discharged. The pool of piss below the chair was enlarged by the rinse that poured from freyja's orifice.

"A few more times willow, we don't want any soap remaining."

"Yes Master."

Willow was definitely warming to her task and eagerly repeated the process twice more.

Freyja was now beginning to tremble. The effect of willows soapy fingers and the shots of warm fluid deep into her body were having a very recognizable effect. Willow took one of the towels and began to pat the thighs and orifice dry. 

"Master."

"Yes willow?"

"I cannot dry freyja's sex Master, it keeps getting wet again."

"Is it water willow?"

"I do not think so Master."

"Taste it and see willow."

The girl bent forward and passed her tongue over freyja's swollen lips. The reaction from freyja was as if she had been jolted by electricity.

"Definitely not water Master."

Lyeo liked the laughter in willows voice. He appreciated her willing participation in this pantomime and made a note to give her some special thanks later.

"See if you can lick it dry willow."

"Yes Master."

The words barely escaped her lips before her face was buried in freyja's gaping labia. He watched willow feast upon the molten flesh as if devouring honey from an oozing hive. She consumed with an unending hunger and freyja supplied a constant flow of fresh nectar. 

"Enough willow, enough."

The girl sat up her mouth and chin awash with juice.

"Yes Master."

Freyja was pulling against her bindings trying to follow the tantalizing tongue that had departed so cruelly.

"It is no good struggling freyja. The first time your pleasure must follow Mine."

Lyeo rose from the chair and crossing to where willow knelt unfastened His breeches and presented His member to willows mouth. Without hesitation she closed her mouth over Him and began to slide her lips up and down His shaft. He stood hips thrust forward and allowed her this moment of bliss. Her tongue lapped eagerly and soon He felt the rise of His seed towards its expulsion. Pulling Himself from willows caressing lips He quickly opened the boxes front access hole and ejaculated hard onto freyja's face. Willow slurped the remaining liquid from Him while He again condemned freyja into abject darkness. Leading willow back up the staircase He closed the trap door with a crash.

Willow was lying on a large divan. She had been sleeping for an hour and Lyeo had let her rest. He sat pouring over a map of His route back to Drack and wondering when freyja would be ready for her duties. His intention was to have both slaves in place by the monsoon season so that their new 'masters' would have nothing else to occupy themselves but their two respective possessions. He had no doubt that willow would easily be swayed to carry out His wishes, act the dutiful slave until He commanded otherwise and then do His bidding without question. Freyja might take a little more time. She was beautifully willful, exquisitely headstrong, quite perfect in all ways except for His need for quick results. Again He considered keeping them both. The temptation of having such perfect opposites within His everyday use was very appealing, but matters of commerce must override personal pleasure in this instance, He had a hidden empire to control and how better to do it than through such captivating emissaries. Willow stirred and He felt her eyes run over His form outlined against the blinded but still bright window.

"Master."

Her voice was pleasing to the ear. The Saltag accent made her words oddly clipped but very appealing.

"Yes willow?"

He glanced up from the maps and was pleased to see her eyes drop immediately to the floor. There were few people in this world that could face Him eye to eye and those that did knew better soon enough.

"Master, I am sorry I slept."

"Do not worry willow I had things I needed to do and you are a pretty picture to view when I feel the need."

The girl blushed and smiled broadly. Wolf noticed her adjust her position to make her bounty more available to His sight, her legs parting just enough to show the rise of her mound and her breasts though tiny jut out seductively. 

"Master?"

"Yes willow?"

"Master, can I please you?"

The girls voice was full of passion, but also a tinge of admiration, even love.

"Wait a moment willow, I must finish what I am doing."

"Yes Master."

Minutes later having completed a rough itinerary He pushed the maps aside, rose and walked the few steps to the divan. Dutifully willow made to crawl onto the floor but Wolf stopped her with a soft touch.

"Stay as you are willow, I will sit beside you."

"Yes Master."

The girls voice was edged with excitement and awe. Wolf sat on the very edge of the divan, facing towards the girls head. Reaching out He took a lock of her hair lent forward and inhaled deeply. The scent of almond oil was strong. Lyeo liked the toilet preparations the servants had provided and made a note to take some with Him on His journey.

"Are you happy willow?"

"Yes Master, so happy. This world you have taken me too is beyond anything I have ever known."

Lyeo placed His hand beneath her chin and lifted it to look into her face. She was beautiful, stunningly so and her skin freshly pumiced shone like alabaster. His other hand stroked her cheek, then His fingers outlined the full lips that opened provocatively as He did. Willows eyelids were half closed and a dreamlike expression came over her face. Her breathe was almost still as if this moment should last a lifetime. Gently He pushed her body till she was lying flat on her back, then taking her hands draped her arms over the divan arm above her head. Slowly moving His hands down her body till they reached her thighs He parted them and lifted her knees upwards till her sex was open and waiting. Slowly He rose and moved to the foot of the divan and cast His eyes over the wonderful treasure that lay before Him in such glory. Moving forward till He knelt between her knees He lowered His head till His mouth was inches from her moistening sex. Magically the girls orifice seemed to open just from the closeness of Him and without hesitation He ran His tongue from her anus to the hood that now exposed her proud clitoris. Lyeo recalled nanas words when she had first given Him the overripe fig and had watched Him lick out its flesh.

"This fruit is like a woman's core, sweet and delicious to the tongue. If you learn this art well Master any female will be yours for the keeping once you have tasted her."

Willow was moaning softly.

"Master, My Master."

Lyeo pushed His tongue deep into her hotness and circled the tip slowly. Her knees pulled up to allow Him deeper access and her hands touched His hair before retreating quickly as she realized her boldness. His tongue was stabbing now, penetrating from the opening into the dark velvet depths then withdrawing almost completely before repeating its motion. Gathered some of her abundantly flowing honey on His ring finger He began circling the tip against her ass bud. Willow gasped and far from pulling away pressed down as her tightness opened easily for Him. The finger slid passed the sphincters ring muscle to touch the hot luxuriant skin beyond. Her ass clamped onto Him tightly drawing His digit deeper and deeper till it was embedded in her. Her hips began to thrust a little against His face, at the same time riding the invading appendage. The breathe was coming from her fast and Wolf could feel the muscles in her stomach start to tremble. Grasping her clitoris between His teeth He sucked on it hard then releasing for a second spoke.

"Cum willow, cum for Me."

As Lyeo returned to ravishing the hard fleshy button He felt her back arch violently and simultaneously her sex gushed forth honey in long hot squirts. Her thighs squeezed either side of His head and this time her will could not stop the hands grasping His hair as the tremors ripped through her body time after time. Lyeo did not falter, did not even slow, now with willow at her most vulnerable He implanted her need for Him utterly. Willow bucked hard against His face her juices coated His cheeks and neck with a film of luxurious liquid as He continued feasting. He felt the ass bud open on His finger and without hesitation slid in a second then a third. The girl reacted to the stretching with even more excitement, each further penetration driving her further into a world of endless delight. 

He pulled away from her sex and quickly placed the tip of His rock hard member against the now pursing sphincter. The mushroom passed into willow so easily, she opened with a joy that comes from wanton lust. Deeper He slid, till all at once her rectum was full of His flesh and His testicles met against the muscled flesh of her buttocks. He rode her hard, pumping in and out till she whimpered from the friction and even her lubed opening began to tear from the onslaught. He felt the rising pressure of His semen start to burst forth along His manhood, to be shot hard deep into her bowel. He growled as He ejaculated and as He growled willow screamed.



The Wolf Gatherer Chronicles Ch. 03



Lyeo strolled down the main thoroughfare towards the middle of the Floral Quarter. The streets were still lined with flower sellers stalls although where the blooms came from in these difficult times He really had no notion. Life in Drox was full of puzzles, an international city of such beauty and vibrancy that even the shadow of war couldn't darken its buoyant mood for long. The entrance to the slave market was just off the main road and as always the alleyway was bustling with the lowlife that gravitated to pray on wealthy patrons. The cheaper stock chained around the small merchants in the exterior quadrangle were not to His taste. He liked them younger and definitely prettier. The gateway to the interior was guarded by two very intimidating Saltag, large knives very apparent in their waistbands. Lyeo was known well enough in the establishment and both men nodded and grinned at Him showing the broken teeth accumulated through endless brawls.

"Good afternoon Gatherer. We haven't had the pleasure of your patronage for quite a while."

Fraka pushed the gates open as he spoke and winked suggestively. He was close to 400 pounds and as wide as he was tall.

"Been a while Fraka. Got a lot of gathering to do."

"This is the place for that Lord. Find a cheap one for me."

Lyeo laughed and nodded sagely.

"How's your family doing Nahia?"

"Much better thank you Gatherer. That new house you found us suits my wifes high flown tastes much better."

Lyeo had learned that greasing palms was the easiest way to get along in this society. Getting a larger house for Nahia was not a great feat, but the man's gratitude flowed open and hot like larva from a volcano. The interior of the market was quiet. The bidding chairs had few occupants and those were either eating or dozing. He headed for the rear buildings and was greeted by Izaz the Auctioneer.

"Why Gatherer, such a great pleasure to see you again."

"Hopefully the pleasure will be all Mine Izaz."

The auctioneer giggled in the way only eunuchs do and beckoned Lyeo to follow him into a back enclosed square.

"Far more discreet in here Gatherer. Did you have particular girls in mind?"

"Haven't really thought about it, just suddenly got the taste for some trade."

Izaz laughed very loudly then clapped his hands. The gates at the far end of the space opened and a line of chained women came through. The handlers lined them up in what Lyeo presumed was their interpretation of suitability and awaiting His consideration. 

Some of the girls He had seen before. Expensive product from the deep interior of Drack, highly trained courtesans fit for a Princes bed or throne room. Calinea, a brunette with very large breasts was first in line. Lyeo had considered her purchase on several occasions and she was advertised as being a willing and experienced participant in almost any perversion. Third in line was Vagia. She was a pale skinned islander and had arrived in Drox just a few months earlier. Her specialty was being a dominatrix and Lyeo found it amusing that patrons took such women as slaves. Last in line was Mathia, Saltag and a real firebrand. She was cursed with nymphomania and would take a whole palace guard battalion and still cry for more. The twelve other girls were attractive enough but He really didn't find any of them overwhelmingly beguiling today.

"Nothing take your fancy Gatherer? Perhaps I have the very thing to stir your blood. A new girl arrived from the Cron a few days ago. No one has seen her yet, but she cost me a pretty penny. Human flesh is in high demand these days. She seems unbreakable, perhaps you might find her interesting?"

Lyeo was of course immediately challenged but preferred to seem ambivalent.

"Is she pretty enough and is she clean?"

He kept His voice purposely at a low pitch to hide any excitement.

"She has a certain charm and the apothecary says she is perfectly healthy."

"Show Me."

Izaz led Lyeo through the maze of corridors that was the slave quarters, eventually taking a flight of stone stairs into the dungeons below. The ceiling was vaulted in high arches and the whole obviously constructed well for its purpose. The floor was covered in a fine layer of granular dust that crunched under foot as they walked. Towards the far end of the last corridor was a heavily barred cell. Lyeo caught sight of her in the flickering of the naked candles they held. She was chained securely to the far wall.

The girl was breath taking. She sat totally naked, showing her slave piercing in each nipple and a matching heavily inked ownership tattoo in the middle of her forehead. Her hair was black, not a wishy washy black but the kind that absorbs light like a sponge. Her breasts were small, like a teenagers, the nipples hard and extended by the weight of the heavy gold rings that glinted as the candle flames danced. Her body was shaved completely and from between her slightly parted thighs peeped the contours of her sex lips. As with many women of her land her physique was almost boyish in shape, a little plumpness over a hard muscled frame. 

"You think you can manage this one Gatherer? I have been told she is impossible to train and always puts up a fight." 

"I will make sure she is less inclined to be difficult Izaz."

The eunuch handed Lyeo a thick whippy leather crop and stepped back giggling. 

"What is your name girl?"

Lyeo simply received a blank stare for His trouble.

"Things will go better if you cooperate."

The girl turned her head away as if intentionally provoking Him.

"Tell Me your name."

She was like a statue, so still He could almost believe her carved from marble. He slapped the crop against His boots resulting in a resounding crack echoing around the arched ceiling. The girls face and chest flushed a little. Stepping closer He grasped her chin firmly in His left hand and turned her face upwards. She had no choice but look directly in His eyes.

"Do you speak Drack?"

Again there was no reaction; not even a blink.

"Saltag then maybe?"

Lyeo thought He caught a flicker of a response, but still no movement or sound was uttered. 

"Fuck your insolence."

The slap connected with her right cheek perfectly and for a moment her face contorted somewhere between pain and fear before returning to its previous blank expression. 

"You need more persuasion whore?" 

Lyeo raised the crop to head height and waited. The girl slowly, with an air of resignation dropped to her knees in front of His groin but not wanting to be that easy to appease He motioned Izaz to unfastened her chains and moved back four good paces. 

"Crawl on your hands and knees whore!"

The girl's body shuddered from head to toe and slowly she began to crawl towards Him with head lowered and back arched to emphasize her swaying ass. Reaching the polished toecaps of His boots she lowered her forehead to rest upon them and spread her ass cheeks wide. The crop descended twice, a hard cut to each buttock. He admired her apparent immovability but then caught the strong scent of her sex juices as they began to drip onto the floor between her thighs. Reaching down to take tight control of her hair He pulled her to her knees.

"Now you can worship My cock you whore!"

The girl's hands expertly unfastened the strapped stable belt and opened His breeches. He was already hard, the sight of her raised buttocks as she slinked towards Him had aroused His lust to fever pitch. Reaching inside she grasped Him firmly and drew His throbbing manhood into the open. Her tongue carefully inspected the mushroom head, making sure every portion was moistened with her hot spittle. She delicately probed the pee hole and then sat back on her heels admiring her work. For the first time He witnessed her smile and then in one swift motion she enclosed the whole of His shaft deep in her mouth and throat.

For a moment there was nothing except the moist heat of her orifice and the slight graze of teeth round His root then He felt throat muscles begin to massage the tip that lodged in her esophagus. The movements were tiny, almost nonexistent but wave upon wave of sensation rippled along His penis, through His body, to massage the pleasure sensors in His brain. Her hands gently cupped His testes, massaging the carriers of His progeny with a gentile firmness that made His scrotum ache with intensity. 

Her mouth slowly gave up His manhood and with imperceptible leads turned Lyeo so His back was now to her face. He felt the hands part His buttocks and the tip of her tongue scrape across His ass bud. She lathered up and down His ass crack, spreading her warm lubricant over His flesh but always returning to tongue the entry to His inner sanctum. 

Lyeo found Himself leaning forwards, hands resting on His knees, ass bud pursed to allow this angel of eroticism to plunge her devilish tongue deep into His sphincter. One of her hands snaked between His thighs to grasp the shaft of His twitching manhood and start to stroke the foreskin back and forwards over the swollen and throbbing gland. He felt His sac tighten as a climax started to build in His jewels but the girl had no intention of cutting the duration of their coupling so short and with expert knowledge grasped His erection just behind the mushroom to produce a pause in the crescendo of His expulsion. She guided Him back to face her then spinning herself opened her ass crack sufficiently to show Him the magically pulsating passage to her forbidden chamber. Reaching back she grasped His shaft and guided the tip to its target and arching her back pushed herself onto His rock hard cock.

Lyeo was lost in the moment. Her ass gripped His length as she moved away then released enough to allow complete anal penetration again. He was being fucked by this divine creature, taken like a tool for her pleasure. She made no noise or even showed any unnecessary movement but her breathe gave lie to any pretense she was not on the verge of complete evacuation. He heard the stream of her first squirt hit the floor between her feet and smelt the thick aroma of her estrogen wafting up from the ever increasing pool. The second squirt produced a ripple deep in her organ cavity, seeming to rattle every inner working of her abdomen. In utter ecstasy she climaxed anally, the walls of her canal slickening and making His manhood slide frictionless within the sheath of her body. Now it was His turn to ejaculate, long hard shots of seed flooding into her bowel, allowing His cock to slowly slip from her steaming hole. 

Now her final climaxes came, the little death that in lesser woman might have ended in a faint but in this consummate artiste simply caused contractions that splattered the perfect mix of semen, natural lubricant and feminine ejaculate on both her and Lyeos thighs, calves and ankles. Turning and dropping to her knees in the pool of her own making she wrapped her lips tightly onto His still rampant member and removed every vestige she could find of their coupling.

Lyeo edged away, allowed the girl to slide spend to the floor, an island in a sea of lust.

"The Gatherer has not lost His touch."

Lyeo had forgotten Izaz in His frenzy but the trill eunuchs voice bought Him back to immediate reality and a search for a method to turn this occasion to a personal and financial advantage.

"The girl has promise, but then so do the dragons in the far depths of Freezard. Both have immense power bringing the owner advantage, yet they need to be truly Mastered. This creature could be worth much if I wished the time and trouble to tame her but for you Izaz she is a complete loss."

Lyeo slowly straightened and fastened His disheveled attire with an air of nonchalant disinterest.

"Perhaps the Gatherer might consider a trade of some kind?"

"I am not a Saltag horse dealer to barter with Izaz."

"My Lord misconstrues my meaning. I was simply suggesting offering the creature as a sweetener for a purchase I have in mind."

Lyeo grinned inwardly. Now the eunuch played at His bait.

"You mean her as a gift?"

"I simply was agreeing with the Gatherer that she is of no use to one such as I. However I am in desperate need of two trained concubines. Unfortunately the two girls prepared for some very particular clients recently met with untimely and tragic ends. It is rumored that My Lord has a stock of highly acceptable courtesans." 

"Is it also rumored that they cost a king's ransom to purchase?"

Izaz smiled, his round fat face a picture of mirth but inside he was seething. Till a moment ago he had no knowledge of Lyeos involvement in the slaughter of his best two slaves but know he was as sure as if the Gatherer had admitted so out outright. The Kingdoms were full of treachery and assassination but between traders such things were considered sacrilege, Lyeo had crossed a line.

"I am sure the Gatherer will as always be fair and considerate."

Lyeo returned the smile but something in the conversation had changed. Izaz like all eunuchs was virtually impossible to read. Not only did the plump contours of his visage hide almost any facial clues but the absence of testicles gave the man the devious nature of the worst of the female species. He remembered His Fathers wise words.

"Never trust a woman, remember all slaves lie and never offer your back to a eunuch."



The Wolf Gatherer Chronicles Ch. 04



The stallion was a gift from the Masters of Drox. At first it had been a difficult match, the horse had been only used to one rider, trained in a very traditional way and was obstinate to anything outside its repertoire or experience. Lyeo was not a traditionalist. Yes He looked back for His sense of honor and duty and felt often out of place in this commercial world, but He knew times had changed irreversibly. The levade, cabriole and courbette were perfect for the chivalrous knights formal combat but His needs were stealth and speed and had little to do with honor and precision. He tasked Himself to make this beautiful creature His, whatever the time or cost He vowed He would succeed or die in the effort.

At first things went exceptionally well, yes there were frustrations, especially the lack of time available for training, but in all He and the stallion seemed to start to bond as only horse and rider can. Each day He would bring the majestic one food and each day the stallion became more accustomed. Eventually the very sight of Him approaching had the horses' stomach growling and eagerly feasting on whatever was provided. Lyeo had only a few opportunities to mount, each time there was predictable awkwardness but the horse glowed with sweat and contentment at the final dismount. Lyeo was no fool, in His heart He knew the day would come when the creature would rebel, this is the nature of things. Sure enough the day came when He thought He had gained a modicum of control, then a sudden spook left Him flat on His back. Lyeo had been thrown many times, more than many riders would admit, but this time He was badly shaken. The refusal should have been anticipated, they happen through over eager spurring or a riders stupidity, but somehow He had trusted in the feeling of harmony too much and was unprepared for such a viscous buck. He was hurt, but more He was angered by His unfettered pride. Pride will ever lead to a great and ignominious fall from grace.

Before He limped away to lick His wounds He looked the stallion in the eye. The noble one looked back squarely with a fierce expression saying, not so fast or easy Master, if you wish to make me Yours think clearly and concentrate, that is Your duty, as mine is to serve. I want you in my saddle and will do all you ask of me, I will put my body between You and your enemies and take the blade meant for you at whatever cost to myself. Remember Master, if I am to know who You are you must understand who I am.

The next morning Lyeo awoke at four, early even for Him. He sat up quickly, feeling the bruising on His chest tighten across the ribs and for a second winced. Throwing His legs over the bed side His feet felt for the boots that always awaited His stockinged feet. Pushing down hard into the supple leather He grasped the hook straps of each one in turn and pulled them over the tight legs of His breeches. The shirt He wore was crumpled and soiled from His fall but rather than call for another He simply shrugged His shoulders and quietly made His way to the kitchen. Each door He passed caused a momentary pause to ensure that nothing or no one was disturbed by His early exit. Any sound would bring a rush of His entourage to His side to clean, clothe and preen His being and He felt no desire for human company to divert His focus. 

The stew pot on the open fire was still warm; undoubtedly the night patrols had been through this area but a few hours ago and the thick soup would be enough to warm His belly and sharpen His mind. Two bowls were enough. The first was luke warm but good with a little black bread, the second was thick from the heavy fats that abundantly remain from cooked mutton and Wolf spat the last mouthful into the fires embers causing sparks and charcoal to swirl into the already musty air. 

The only coat hanging in the guard room was an old leather tunic that He had thrown at His sergeant at arms one day in the hopes the cur might improve his appearance. Needless to say the gesture had been ignored and the man still insisted on wearing the ragtag collection of misappropriated items that could at the minimum be described as bizarre. The skins had worn considerably and some of the button loops no longer functioned at all. Deciding to allow it to stay open rather than appear like a bursting sofa Wolf stepped into the still cold and dark morning air. Spring was approaching fast and the winds that helped to clear the last of the snow left from the winters abundant gifts tussled through His unkempt and uncovered hair. 

Reaching up to brush the twin locks away from His face He laughed at the disgusted looks His servants would be unable to disguise at their Masters visage. They would happily throw a sheet over His head when He returned from riding for fear anyone should think they allowed such a fashion disaster. His spurs clicked heavily as He walked the few yards to the stables. In the distance He could make out the noises of sentries at their posts and wondered if they had heard Him. Half tempted to make some act of mischief just to check their alertness He halted, then deciding on a different course of action continued into the open half doorway accessing the stallions stall.

The rack were He kept His riding whips was immediately inside the door. Today He chose a whip some sixteen inches long, the handle fashioned from a birds talon, the leather throp decorated with fine rawhide knotted tassels. Trying it against His boot He was satisfied with the crack of leather upon leather and quickly moved through the next door into the stable proper. The stallion was standing quietly feeding on the last of the previous evenings grain ration and barely gave Lyeo a glance; the stallion had become accustomed to His presence at all hours, whether for exercise or for visual stimulation. 

Turning His head from the magnificent animal He contemplated the stable girls. Both were still sleeping, resting as best they could under their uncomfortable conditions. The stable was still remarkably warm even this season and there was no need for the slaves to be allowed clothes or covers. They slept in a kneeling position, torsos supported by a padded bench that allowed more luxury than they deserved. 

The board on which they knelt was raised some eighteen inches off the floor and had cut outs between their knees allowing easy access to their orifices at any time He desired. Both had plugs thrust firmly in their rectums, the ends decorated to look like horse tails. Lyeo moved a little closer to admire their round buttocks and parted thighs. The slave on the left had started to bleed overnight and her legs showed flecks of red mixed with the urine that had trickled down. A steel bucket of murky water rested on the cobbled floor slightly to their right and He considered waking them with a sudden torrent of iciness. Perhaps that might have been a mercy but would not have suited His purpose. 

Half turning He showed the whip to the stallion then quick as a flash bought it crashing down on the menstruating girl's right buttock. The rotation of His body and the arc the whip traveled caused the stripe to be of some force. The girl woke with a moan escaping her lips. The noise awoke the other girl who quickly realizing the situation arched her back forcing her buttocks to open beautifully. A backhand arc caught her left buttock in reward. Lyeo worked like a metronome, forearm, then backhand, bringing guttural moans of pleasure from both girls. Lyeo counted to twenty-five then ceased whaling and turned to face the recipient of this lesson. The stallion was now watching intently, steamed breathes exhaling from his flared nostrils. 

"You see what happens when you disrespect your Master!" 

The stallions front right hoof pawed at the stone floor and sparks flashed from his iron shoe. 

"For every action there is a reaction; for every error of judgment a consequence. Remember this lesson My friend and be dutiful."

Wolf pushed the whip deep into the side of His boot and reaching forward tussled the hair of the two now shuddering slaves, calmed with the stallion by their Masters voice.

"Hot baths and extra rations for you two today and tonight you will sleep in My bed."

Both girls blushed and puffed with joy, answering in unison.

"Master, thank you, but the sleeping will be long coming."

"Perhaps My stallion deserves another lesson."

Lyeo had suddenly realized the hardness that had come on Him through both His efforts and the seductive smell of the girls estrogen pouring from their orifices.

"Soon My stallion you will be ready for stud duty and it is about time you got a clear demonstration."

His breeches fell open as soon as unbuckled and His member sprang happily into full view. The girl on the right was nearest and it was she that took the first thrust. Now was not a time for subtleties so all of Him plunged into her drenched purse full tilt.

"See stallion that is the way to enter a wanton mare."

Lyeo began to thrust fast and hard His thighs slapping against the girls whip striped ass cheeks. Withdrawing He repositioned Himself behind the other.

"Now this is extremely pleasant but for you unprofitable."

Pulling the tail plug from the girl Lyeo penetrated the slave's rectum fully in one hard lunge. 

You will not give Me any foals this way."

The girl was trembling and moaning like a true harlot and Lyeo could scent and hear the splatter of her joyous ejaculate meeting the cobble stoned floor between His feet.

"Fill your mares with your essence stallion and they will always make a back for you."

The girl was arched fully and the slap of His testicles against her gaping cunt rang through the stable.

"You want as ass full of My seed whore?"

The question was more for effect than seriously questioning. At this moment the girl would have accepted Lyeos semen into any and every opening she possessed. 

The other slave to His right was now in spasms. She had reached down between her own thighs and had managed in a fit of utter lust to push her hand deep into her vaginal canal and was self fisting at the gallop. Mouth open she was screaming in obedient silence, her juices pumping forth at each outward stroke of her arm. The stable was filled with the thick aroma of sex and finding no other course practicable Lyeo released a long hard blast of essence into the hot enclosing tube squeezing His throbbing shaft.

The stallion pawed at the ground showering sparks forward and back its nostrils flared and eyes wide in excitement. Something in this scene he witnessed burrowed into his psyche and lit a chord that was to this point virgin territory. Stiffness enhances a man, but stallion becomes god when sheath open its monstrous weapon drops into view. The beast's flanks steamed as if just hard ridden twenty leagues and tail switched from side to side.

With a perfunctory slap of appreciation Lyeo withdrew from the now collapsed slave. Predictably her still gaping asshole began to dribble a steady stream of His seed. The other girl was a sobbing heap too, her hand still thrust deep into herself, convulsing as her womb delivered its last drip of bounty in worship of her utter sated condition.



The Wolf Gatherer Chronicles Ch. 05



The late October heat had given way to the cold heralding of mid-November, the first snows already kissed the mountains and threatened to come lower each day. The keep was quiet. Hunger makes humans quiet, quiet and focused. Three nights running there had been slave escapes, but the terrain was tricky, the forest thick and the dogs keen for a chase. Lyeo sat as always in His chair on the battlements. His was the only vantage point distant enough from the holding pens to eliminate most noise and the worst of odors. The gatehouse was the only out building He could not see without turning. At night the sentries would tiptoe past below His perch on their way to change guard for fear of His attention. He looked shorter sitting, less imposing, but still the eyes glinted with danger. Sometimes He would sit here all night sleeping fitfully. Thoughts ran deep in Him, memories, learning and the future all run together into a web of abstract probabilities. Nothing surprised Him anymore, no action, no feeling and no occurrence. It was as if the world and time ran down a path He had traveled before.

"Lord."

The voice at His side was pleading.

"Lord, you must eat and sleep properly. Three days you have sat there staring down the devil."

Lyeo laughed, starting just as a chuckle then building till the air seemed to shake with it.

"Sometimes Octavius the devil is the only one who will stare back."

'Lord, Gatherer, you must eat."

Wolf raised a hand and gestured indifference. It mattered little what He did Octavius would bring food whether He said yes or no. Sometimes the servant is the lord. 

The silver dish that was offered was piled with rolled meat. Even to Lyeo's uninterested stomach it smelt good. Food had no excitement to Him, you ate you lived, you starved you died. One meal was as good as the next with a half full belly, a feast was a waste of future material. He took a piece and was about to swallow when a small light hand grasped His wrist. For a second He began to rise then looked and realized it was the girl. Octavius's hand was reaching for his knife but Lyeo shook His head. 

"What do you want slave?"

The girls eyes never left the floor, but her other hand reached forward to take the meat from His grasp. Instantly she swallowed it. For what seemed eternity there was silence. Lyeo waiting, Octavius twitching over his lack of attention, the girl still as a corpse, as if counting away her life.

"Lord Gatherer, the food is safe."

The girl slowly backed away, eyes still rooted to the floor till she reached the parapet wall, then knelt and waited.

Hours later Lyeo awoke with a start. The night was dark, the torches at the corners of the tower barely broke the blackness. He tried to recall when He had fallen asleep but His mind was hazy. A blanket was laid over Him, covering Him from chin to toe. He recalled the meal and the girl. She still knelt as she had before, silent, still and beautiful.

He looked at her attentively, studied the graceful curve of her neck, the mane of dark hair falling around her shoulders. A door opened behind Him and Octavius appeared with a cup. He smelt the sweet wine from a distance, the richness cutting through the air like a knife. The servant stopped momentarily as if in two minds, then deciding waited. The girl rose, took the cup and carried it to the Wolf. She knelt at His side, never looking up from the floor and sipped the dark redness.

"Lord, the wine is good."

The cup was offered to Him with hands that trembled just enough for him to notice. He took it willingly and as He did their hands touched for a moment. The trembling stopped.

The wine was indeed good. He remembered when He had first tasted this vintage. It had been His habit sit at the edge of the great square of Gulle each morning and night directly opposite the great temple doors and drink a flagon or two. He looked around at where He sat now and smiled the smile of the condemned seeing a gallows tree. How far He had traveled from there to here yet is seemed He could return with the blink of an eyelid. 

The girl had moved back to the corner from whence she had risen and knelt quietly waiting. He rose from the chair stretched long and hard feeling His bones and sinews stretch and creak. As if absentmindedly He picked up the blanket took the few steps necessary and placed it round the girls shoulders. Behind Him Octavius watched wonderingly and suddenly felt a surge of joy. Lyeo looked alive, more alive than he had seen in many a year. 

The morning saw prisoner punishment. Set up in the center of the yard in front of the keep was an upright wagon wheel. The wheel was at an angle of 10 degrees off perpendicular and held firmly in place by support beams running to the ground. The wheel was used to tether anyone caught breaking camp rules or guilty of the displeasure of the Gatherer or His aides. Today four prisoners stood to the side of the menacing apparatus, three men and a woman. As was the usual practice the least offenders went first. The first man was tightly lashed to the wheel and given ten strokes of the whip, his offense spitting in sight of a guard. The second man received twenty lashes, his offense fighting over a bread ration. The third man received thirty lashes, his offense insolence and refusal to obey instructions.

Finally it came to the woman's turn. Strangely the crowd of onlookers seemed to expand at this moment. She was lashed facing the wheel and her ragged clothes cut from her body exposing her back and buttocks to the onlookers. She had been found guilty of selling herself to the guards for extra food, but was more likely guilty of not going willingly with the guards. Lyeo watched interestedly as the lashing began. The sentence was for thirty five lashes but the man with the whip was obviously taking his time over the punishment. The whip arm was slow, metronomic, blows starting at the thigh and rising along and up the buttocks till the back as reached. Lyeo by chance glanced at the girl, still kneeling quietly, but now her face was flushed and her breathe faster. Eyes now glued He noticed the beads of perspiration forming on her forehead and neck, the slightly drawn back lips and the eyes dreamy and glazed. Her abdomen was rippling and her knees parted. The thin dress showed clearly her hard fully erect nipples and a dark stain was forming on the floor beneath her sex. Swallowing hard He noticed His manhood was hard and twitching with desire. 

The guard had reached thirty strokes and was sweating like a pig. His arm was beginning to tire but with gritted teeth he laid the last five lashes on hard. The woman's back and buttocks had striped quite beautifully. The guard took a pail of icy water and emptied it over the woman who was now sobbing through gritted teeth. He began to untie the ropes holding her prone body.

"Stop."

Lyeo voice rang out and silenced what seemed the world.

"Leave her there for a while."

The guards saluted smartly and did as He commanded leaving her moaning as they ushered the onlookers and prisoners away. Lyeo looked back to the girl who was now staring wide eyed at the woman's body. He recognized hunger in her eyes and smiled. Rising from His chair He crossed to where the girl knelt. Her body was filmed in perspiration and the smell of her sex delighted His nostrils. Silently His hand reached down and took the hair at the nape of her neck firmly. She gasped but remained motionless. He drew her head close to His left thigh and saw her nostrils flare at the nearness of His scent. Pressing her face to His hardness He felt her tremble and saw the flush of desire fill her face and upper body. Slowly He raised her to her feet and still holding her black mane tight led her into His chamber. The room was dark and musty, He had not used this space for many weeks but now He felt invigorated.

He led her to the center of the space and slowly circled her still body. True she was young, twenty at the most, but her breasts where ripe and her abdomen nicely swelled, her ass cheeks rounded like plump fruits ready for plucking. He reached up and undid the bows at her shoulders and the shift she had been wearing dropped to the floor. Her face neck and arms were colored from the sun but the rest of her skin shone alabaster white even in this half-light. Her nipples where hard, the surrounding circle flushed with color, her pubic area shaved and He admired the shape of the lips that parted slightly because of the glistening liquid secreted there. He reached down and ran His finger through the valley of her sex and was rewarded with a copious flow of juices. Her scent reached His nostrils and He inhaled the pungent delicious odor.

He placed Himself behind her and after exposing His rampant manhood grasped her hair again. Without asking she lent forward and spread her legs in readiness to accommodate Him. The tip of His erect member nuzzled between the lips of her sex and in a swift thrust He was buried deep inside her. She did not flinch but rather pushed back to accept every precious part of His appendage.

"This orifice is Mine." 

She trembled and He felt her spread her ass cheeks wider as if asking. His member found the bud of her ass and pressured against its tightness. She pushed back against Him and slowly the muscles opened for His pleasure.

"This orifice is Mine."

He turned her to face Him and with little pressure on her shoulders she dropped to her knees. Without hesitation her mouth engulfed Him, taking His erection deep into her throat.

"This orifice is Mine." 

He felt her push forward harder, hungrily, as if to swallow all of Him. Her face was red from lack of breathe but she did not release Him from the muscles she clamped on Him so desperately. Just before she was about to faint He withdrew. She wilted more from sadness at the removal than from lack of air but He checked her expression with a slap to her cheek.

"You are Mine to do with as I wish. You live for My pleasure but it is your duty to not perish without My permission."

Lyeo looked hard at her and saw the devotion in her every pore. Disrobing quickly He led the girl by the arm to His great chair and sat expectantly. Without hesitation she grasped His member and mounted Him fully. Her pelvis began to rotate and buck, her sex gripping Him tightly in her velvet prison. Eyes closed and with a dreamy smile she rode Him fiercely, her breathe almost nonexistent and her hair streaming back away from her face. He reached forward with His hands and grasping a nipple in each began to pull and twist on the hardened buttons. She gasped and bucked harder almost disengaging with each upward movement before slamming down hard and deep again. His hands moved to grasp her neck, His thumbs against the windpipe and fingers encircling. She shuddered as He squeezed, lost in a paradise of pleasure that washed across her body and soul. 

"Cum."

The girls head fell back, her mouth open shouting in silence. Her body trembled, shuddered and her bucks became wild and frenzied.

"Cum."

Her face was lost in an expression of total abandonment, as if death and life had suddenly merged within her.

"CUM." 

The third time was loud and demanding. Her face, neck and chest were flushed with blood and her body slick with a film of perspiration. His legs were coated in the secretions from her sex and the pungent smell of coupling filled His nostrils.

Now the urgency was on Him. He felt the start of it in the pit of His stomach, the hot sensation creeping down to His groin. His member seemed to swell to bursting point, the girls sex gripping it tighter and tighter. Suddenly it was upon Him, the rushing speed of it taking His breathe away, flooding her velvety interior a stream of hot salty seed. 

"CUM."

He spoke this time for Himself as well and for a moment her eyes opened to meet His. The look was momentary but in that second a million words passed between them. A million words, thoughts and emotions, all silently exchanged in a millisecond of time. 

The Wolf awoke with a start. the coupling had subdued His insomnia for just a few precious moments but now consciousness returned. He glanced around the room and saw the girl, still naked, kneeling in a corner. The wooden floor below her was wet with her juice and some of His seed that had spilled from her sex. She was still but the flush of her exertions still glowed on her body. She breathed deeply, slowly, like in a trance. He recognized she felt Him awake and awaited His pleasure.

"Girl, what is your name?"

The girl remained silent.

"Girl, tell Me your name."

No reply was uttered, nor any flicker of movement of body or expression. The Wolf rose from the chair and grasping His riding crop strode the few paces to her kneeling form. Raising His arm He brought the crop down sharply across her back.

"I command you girl tell Me your name."

"I have no name Master. You have not named Me yet."

Wolf hesitated then the crop came down once more.

"I will name you when I am ready. Till then you are girl. You will know when it means you."

The girls head lowered but she did not stir or make a sound. Lyeo grabbed her by the hair and threw her face down on the floor the crop dancing across her buttocks and back. The beating lasted for several minutes but the girl remained silent. Stopping to draw breathe His nose was hit with the strongest odor of female sex He had ever known. The girls sex was gushing like a fountain. He grabbed her hair and pulling her to her knees pushed His again engorged member in her mouth. She began to suck and lick at it like it was some candy she desired more than any other. Her tongue played up and down the shaft, rolled around the mushroom head then toyed with the hole in the very tip. Her mouth moved to lick and suck His testicles, she was possessed with sexual abandon. Unable to control His passion He drew her up from her knees pushing her forward over the back of a chair. His member found her ass bud and quickly from both of their lusts was soon buried to the hilt. Lyeo thrusts were deep and fast, the carnal desire had overcome Him, His only need to fill the girl with His seed.



The Wolf Gatherer Chronicles Ch. 06



The cell was dank and dreary. Lyeo sat on the straw stuffed mattress facing the bars. Hours had become days, days weeks and now weeks months. The wounds on His arms and wrists had healed sufficiently to just be an inconvenience and the largest, roughly stitched by a drunk and careless barber had finally stopped seeping puss. He had taken the last of the herbs He had purchased for a king's ransom in rubies the night before but was satisfied that the fever He had feared was past. The guards largely ignored Him now, they had bored of poking fun at His imprisonment and apart from the occasional gawking visitor He was left in peace. 

The barred window allowed Him enough light to read and a bribe to the guard commander allowed a few books to pass His time. Lyeo had thanked the man generously, almost too generously, but the commander was a fool and never grasped he was being played. Even at the height of His questioning Lyeo had managed to mix enough facts with fiction to appease the man's intellect, which honestly was not of great caliber. Pain had to be endured long enough to make admissions seem real and Lyeo had enough knowledge of His own capabilities to submit when life or serious injury was in jeopardy. There is little point in dying just to protect what was common knowledge and any information He had was now so far out of date to be of little use to his captors or a danger to His comrades.

The weather had turned hot and humid. Swarms of ugly black flies covered the walls in the daytime and the scurrying of hungry vermin filled the darkness. Neither was of any great concern to Him. The streets of Drox had no better sanitation or aspect than this hell hole. The first book He devoured was a history of the twin cities of Drox and Gulle. The temptation to turn immediately to the last paragraphs giving details of the keep imprisoning Him was overwhelming but He stayed Himself. He could have read the description line for line but no amount of information would aid His escape from such a well-guarded cage. Doggedly He set Himself to read each word. Starting at the cover, working through the fly leaves, the contents, the introduction, never allowing Himself to thumb as was always His practice. This was to be an exercise in patience, an example in control, a tool for mental escape from confinement both spiritual and mental. The words He read aloud, as if to a class of others, accenting and illuminating the sentences and phrases with a tone of richness wasted on the bare walls and empty passageway beyond the bars. He had finished the second chapter, the early histories and felt a pang of excitement. Now He would get to the meat and bones of His interest, even to the pages He had waited for for so long. He looked up from the book and decided this was a moment when control was tested to its full, when patience was rewarded or accepted. Smiling Lyeo closed the book with a snap and placing it upon the mattress stood and paced. 

He had a manner of pacing reminiscent of His ancestors yet different in specifics. He clasped His hands behind His back, fingers intertwined, head held close to His chest and eyebrows furrowed. Then at times His chin would jut forward, His face like marble and His eyes ablaze. Often He would laugh, twinkling embers filling the gray irises till they turned azure blue and lit the world with joy.

He returned to the bed and sat back leaning as comfortably as possible against the wall. A haze of flies buzzed from their disturbed promenade and settled elsewhere. He took the book into His still broken hands and looking at the faded leather cover, read aloud.

"A History of the Twin Cities of Dox and Gulle By Master Elric Devenge."

Lyeo breathed deeply and knew as always He was in total control. 

Agrafi Alkae was thirty seven years old. Her rise in the ranks of the Masters had not been meteoric but with careful attention to her duty and diligence she had managed to make a place for herself within the ranks of another wise male dominated elite. The posting to this prison was a solution to her talent, a way to side track her advancement found by those threatened by her sex and intelligence. She was not the usual sadist recruited as an interrogator, rather found the way into prisoners' minds and secrets through cunning and an inane ability to find their weaknesses. Her mouth watered at the thought of confronting Him. She felt powerful, had an unbending belief in a state that made talent and hard work overcome power and privilege. For her questioning Lyeo was the highest peak she had so far attained, an embodiment of all that her forbears had overthrown. She came to the contest confident in her ability to break Him, that the psychological weapons in her arsenal far outmatched any gene that might suggest His superiority.

Their first meeting had been brief and inconsequential. Lyeo was accustomed to being displayed to visiting ranking officials and dignitaries and had been polite if disdaining. She had chosen her costume to impress, a flowing white robe, totally unsuitable for the occasion, in an attempt to show her contempt to the surroundings. His eyes had passed over her as she stood at the bars silently and she felt the stirrings in Him that most felt at her appearance. She knew He had been without a female companion or for that matter any company for almost six months. He was hungry and she sensed His interest keenly. 

Lyeo looked up from His reading as the sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor. He did not bother to rise but rather waited patiently to see what might appear, pleasant or unpleasant. The woman was handsome, some might say beautiful, with dark brown hair that would have flowed well past her shoulders had in not been coiled so carefully at her neck. Her cheek bones were formed well and her chin was strong yet sensual in a way that only a woman's can be. Her eyes were brown but with a fleck of almost yellow in each. The mouth was round, lips plump and highlighted by an almost indiscernible coat of lip paint. Lyeo sniffed the air and studied the scent she exuded. The slightest hint of lavender was almost masking the smell of her menstrual blood, the fact she was bleeding curling His mouth into a wickedly welcoming smile.

Her breasts were held high by the tight bodice of her gown and the cleavage thoughtfully left exposed promised happy and rewarding wanderings. He had noticed that quality of cloth or tailoring was a mark of officials here and appreciated the pride they took in their appearance even if few had the natural style to carry the finery well. This woman was an exception. Her body filled the covering with panache and Lyeo congratulated her silently on having a body to be savored. Their eyes met momentarily and Lyeo allowed her to think He looked away first. He opened the book and began to read quietly, but discernibly.

"Drox and Gulle where the fiercest of opponent states till the yoke of the Masters bought the glory of the Twin Cities to fulfillment. You know this work Agrafi?" 

She wondered momentarily how He knew her given name.

"Yes Wolf Gatherer. I had not realized you were interested in our histories." 

"It amused the barbarians to throw the enforced vegetarian a biography of His all-powerful captives as a tainted pork chop and it is always wise to understand your opponents."

The woman laughed. It was an honest sound and Lyeo smiled back. He knew this game was just beginning. 

Agrafi sat quietly in the rearmost nook in the tavern. From her vantage point both the entrance and the main area were clearly visible. She still wore the same costume she had adopted for her viewing of Lyeo but had remembered to add the ornate double belt to support the heavy two handed sword she had showed such excellent proficiency with at any opportunity. The tavern was pleasant enough, the food had been basic but palatable and the local spirit was of a standard above that generally served in soldiers drinking houses. Her attention had been taken by the serving girl. She was perhaps twenty years old, slim and with a demeanor that was both pleasant and servile. Agrafi liked her women servile, willing to be molded and used as she wished. There was a certain irony that she looked at the rest of her sex in exactly the way the Masters looked at her, as fair game for their needs and desires. 

"Mistress Agrafi?"

Agrafi looked the girl directly in the eye and the girls gaze dropped immediately.

"Mistress I wondered if I could serve you in some way?"

The girls voice was very measured and extremely docile.

"Do you think you will be able to serve me obediently?"

She watched the effect her carefully chosen words had on the girl's body with satisfaction. She noted the blush to her cheeks and upper torso, the way her breathe started to come a little quicker and how her chin nestled docilely upon her chest.

"It would be a great honor to serve the Mistress in any way she pleases."

Agrafi rose from her seat and beckoning the girl to follow started towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going Sophi?"

The tavern proprietor owner made to bar the girls way.

"Stand back, Masters business."

Agrafi's hand rested casually upon the gilded pommel and pushed the grip forward into clear vision.

"Apologies Mistress, I am sure sophia will be happy to help you in any way possible."

The proprietor's voice grated on her ears, he was a weasel and she was half inclined to draw her blade and end his miserable existence. She could well imagine the uses this brute had put sophia too.

"Then you will be happy to pay her for the time she helps me with my inquisition!"

The man grimaced but nodded quick enough. Agrafi spun on her heels and with her new playmate trailing behind strode towards her quarters.

Sophia followed her new Mistress as she walked quickly towards the compound where the Masters and dignitaries quarters were situated. She was feeling nervous but very excited; her sex was wet from the anticipation of what pleasures were to follow. She had had experienced several trysts with females in previous years, in fact living for some time with one rather forceful partner who took great joy in keeping her naked and bound for days. She had quickly recognized Agrafi's dominance and apart from sexual arousal she had immediately recognized that a friend in the ranks of the elite, especially the Masters ranks was a very good thing. The tavern owner had seemed really good hearted at first and Sophia had stupidly shown her gratitude by allowing him to have her body. He had been gentle and kind enough to start but then began to show a streak of cruelty and lack of concern for her welfare she found frightening.

When eventually the proprietor suggested she start to exchange sexual favors with customers for money she had realized his intention had always been to pimp her out. She had seen enough of the results of prostitution on the back streets of Gulle to know this had to be avoided at all costs. Sophia had no intention to look fifty by the time she was twenty five or to risk serious injury or worse from the wrong sadistic client. Agrafi's interest seemed a suitable way to escape her situation and she was happy to play the little obedient role for all it was worth. She had no problem being submissive to this beautiful woman, in fact looked forward to her use. If she played her cards correctly this could be the start of her good fortune and a way out of the squalor she had begun to accept as her lot in life.

Lyeo heard the slap of sandals approaching His house. Certainly it was not a very splendid house, nothing compared to the palatial splendor of the His residence in Drox, not even as comfortable as the Vuk Keep in East Mons but the Wolf-gatherers lair was always His lair for all that. He closed His eyes and waited, knowing that she would speak first and His response would set the tone for the day.

"We meet again Lyeo. I am honored to say the council has asked me to negotiate with You in order to facilitate Your release." 

Wolf studied the woman and her tone. She was an adept conversationalist, her words were suitably polite whilst suggesting a degree of personal power not to be trifled with.

"I am sure the council is wise giving you the task."

A sufficiently acquiescent answer, an acknowledgement of her rank and position.

"Would Lyeo mind if I carried out my obligation within His house, or would you prefer a more neutral setting?"

Wolf was beginning to enjoy the verbal chess, her opening gambit was suitably subtle and suggested that many entrapment's and sacrifices would be offered before the match reached an end game.

"You are more than welcome to enjoy the hospitality of My dwelling, but I might suggest you acquire a chair that is somewhat more comfortable than I have to offer."

As He spoke Lyeo casually indicated the bucket that served as His latrine. She smiled in amusement and nodded.

"Guard!"

Agrafi's voice was pleasantly commanding. A guard appeared almost immediately. Lyeo noted that he was not one of the usual men and assumed she had bought her own entourage.

"Bring both myself and the Wolfgatherer chairs suitable for a frank and forthright exchange."

Nicely played He thought, she had prepared for this moment well. The guard disappeared in a flash and miraculously returned momentarily with two very pleasant looking leather easy chairs.

"If I did not know better I would think you had prearranged that!"

Lyeo eyes twinkled and the corners of His their sockets crinkled in amusement.

"It is not going to be possible to hide anything from you Wolfgatherer."

Agrafi laughed a little as the cell door was reopened and the chairs positioned facing each other at a distance of some four feet. Close enough for intimacy He thought but not too close to make the occupant unable to react to danger. Agrafi stood patiently until receiving a gesture from Lyeo seated herself in the chair to His left, the one most easily observed from the corridor. Agrafi sat gracefully, her knees tight together ensuring her gown was straight and correct. Lyeo noted the lack of weapon but was certain that the guard who withdrew would be but a stone's throw away.

"Leave the door open please guard."

Agrafi was showing Lyeo a large and obvious measure of trust, but also allowing herself a means of escape should she need it.

Lyro sat facing Agrafi. His hands caressed the leather arms and He filled the chair squarely and with great pleasure.

"This is a great service you do Me my dear."

"Lyeo, there has never been any real animosity between my superiors and You. Perhaps if the fields of influence had not crossed we might have been fast friends."

"It is always a good thing to be friends but unfortunately the time for such liaisons is well past. Too many of our associates have drawn blood one from the other."

Surely Lyeo it is never too late to draw together in an alliance that suits both parties?"

"It seems you have the advantage of me Agrafi. I was not aware that there was any common ground."

"The rise of freedom has touched all our lives. I understand your fidelity to some factions in the modern world, but surely You must see the folly in allowing the message of self-government to spread like a cancer through the world. Soon even the northern tribes will realize they make friends of enemies and it will cost them dearly."

Lyeo looked at Agrafi hard then reading she was speaking truthfully from a predefined script He looked away considering.

The sun was making the bars in the cell window cast shimmering patterns on the wall. The flies had scattered from the illusion of moving light and were trapped in the shadow between the window and the corner to the left of His bed.

"I take your words at face value, but always with alliances or friendships, however casual or deep, there are things that must be given or understood. I am assuming that the cost to Me of such a liaison would involve My donating some treasure to you, as you would grant to Me the gift of free movement."

"The only jewels I seek for my superiors are the gems you have within your person. We understand You cannot give the finest pearls or diamonds but perhaps a few less precious rubies or even garnets would help to seal any bargain."

"This is a matter that needs much thought, much consideration. The ramifications need to be followed to their natural conclusion and this takes time."

"Then I would be happy to postpone a continuation of our discussions until You have had sufficient time to masticate."

"That would be a great service to Me. I am not a person that likes to make rash decisions or judgments."

"How much time would you consider adequate?"

"This time tomorrow would be perfectly acceptable."

"Then with your permission I will withdraw till then. Please allow me to leave these chairs for Your use in the meantime. Shall we say as a proof of our good faith."

Wolf nodded and rose as Agrafi did and extended His hand. Out of the corner of His eye He saw the face of the guard quickly lean into view and then seeing no problem withdraw. Her hand was warm and soft, nails beautifully manicured and her handshake was firm for a woman. Lyeo was aware of her scent again and noted with some pleasure that the smell of menstruation was passing quickly. He also noted with some interest the smell of another woman mixed with her own. Local, peasant, too strong to be a servant. Lovers then, yes definitely a lover. Agrafi got more and more interesting.

"Till tomorrow My dear."

Wolf nodded courteously in the old court fashion bringing His heels together in a click.

"Tomorrow Wolfgatherer."

Agrafi turned and with cat like grace left Him alone again. Lyeo heard the guard close the cell door and turn the key but He did not glance. He was thinking how clever someone had been to send this woman. She was exactly the kind to interest Him, maybe even to take His mind of the machinations behind this gambit.

Deep in thought He reached across to the pile of books piled high beside His bed. The volume he sought was four down but recognizable by the board and leather bound cover. Sitting in His comfortable new chair he began to read.

"The Orders of the Masters of Drox" by Larius De Chen. Chapter One. Drox is a state totally seated in the principle that rule must be by those whose natural talents have bought them to a position of power. Such power may be seated in force of arms, superior intellect, longevity of establishment or commercial success. Rule is by the council of the strong who are empowered to control and instruct all lesser citizens and slaves to their bidding..."

Agrafi opened the door to her chambers quietly. The girl was still in a fetal position on the floor, her hands, knees and feet still pinioned. She had managed to fall asleep at some time during the morning but the stains from her pleasuring the night before still showed damp on the wooden floor beneath her. Her ass bud had closed tight on the butt plug and Agrafi was pleased how the end had sunk into the soft tissue of each buttock. There would be a nice mark when it was eventually removed. 

The girls back bore the scratches that her nails had left as she used the strap on dildo in the girls sex. The mounting and riding had released much of the intense stress from this difficult assignment and the girls responses to her taking had made the evening satisfying. 

Agrafi quietly sat on the chair immediately behind the prone figure. She was mentally exhausted from the mental fencing with Lyeo and wanted to just close her eyes and rest. Sophia murmured in her slumber, little cooing noises that seemed almost childlike in their softness. Agrafi knew better, the wetness seeping from the girl's sex told an entirely different story, the dream she was living was rather erotic than serene. Leaning forward she gently passed a finger along the girls still puffy lips and held the digit beneath her nose. The scent immediately tightened her stomach muscles and she slid the finger into her mouth. 




The Wolf Gatherer Chronicles Ch. 06



Her hand automatically slid along her silk covered thigh to rest against the scant undergarment she wore. The material was hot and wet. Sliding a finger under the edge she touched her shaven mound. Agrafi sighed and sleep left her mind instantly. The finger delved between the lips to find her now swelling clitoris. The girl moved slightly on the floor and Agrafi suddenly had a much clearer view of the darker inner walls so recently battered with the ivory phallus. The finger slid through her now sodden opening to stroke the velvet inside. Her urethra twitched and she felt the need to urinate hard. Rising quickly she stood astride the girls head and let her stream hit Sophia directly in the face. 

The girl spluttered as the salty spray entered her nose and mouth. Slowly Agrafi lowered herself onto sophias face whom began lapping hungrily. Agrafi felt the tongue run along the soft flesh of her sex lips and sighed contentedly; the tip was searching for her clitoris and finally locating the hood moved inwards and flicked across her hardening node. She felt her lips part as the tongues invasion became harder, the breadth of the prehensile invader lashing along the edge of the velvet walls to rest momentarily over her ass bud. 

Sophia was moaning as she licked, the passion of her work being uttered in a guttural language spoken only in the throes of lust. Crouching into a deeper position Agrafi allowed the tongue full access to her inner being. The writhing penetrator salved her to a depth that seemed almost impossible, making her grind her sex against the willing slaves face. Agrafi felt the rising tide of her climax begin to build in her womb, rippling motions that traveled downwards to collide with the thrusts and rotations taking her from below. Suddenly it was upon her, the little death that took away breathe, sense and power. 

She became a boat tossed upon a sea of pleasure and abandon without control or care. The pressures of that day and all the days gushed from between her thighs to coat sophia in her fluids and scent until unable to keep upright Agrafi slouched forward onto the slaves body. There she rested, spent, her weight pressing down upon the softness beneath, a form that willingly endured all that Agrafi was willing to give.



The Wolf Gatherer Chronicles Ch. 07



Lyeo congratulated Himself on giving no thought whatsoever to yesterday's conversation, He was accustomed to negotiating on the fly and saw no reason to change, too much thought would simply cloud His mind with possibilities. He found that His intuition would normally suffice with sound information but as yet that column was sadly lacking. He had spent the night dozing in the chair, it had proved comfortable and He felt as rested as He had in many days. The guards had brought an unusually good breakfast, fresh bread and eggs with a little goats cheese. He ate till the plates were empty, time had taught Him to take the harvest when it was available as the next one might be blighted. 

He made some attempt to make Himself a little more presentable, the breeches He wore appreciated the attention and looked far more suitable to His position. Laundry and cleanliness was not easy in this establishment but with a little expenditure He had managed a clean shirt and some wax to shine His boots. Today was His opportunity to take the initiative, to control the flow of negotiation and perhaps Agrafi put sufficient value on Him to be vulnerable.

"Good morning Wolfgatherer."

Lyeo managed to look surprised at her greeting. He had heard her enter the cell block and smelt her immediately but sometimes better to seem startled.

"Agrafi, What a pleasure to see you again."

He was genuine in this remark. Having an adversary, an attractive good smelling one at that was preferable to continuous solitary thought.

"May I join you?"

Agrafi was unlocking the cell as she spoke. No guard this time, she must be confident or armed.

"Please do, I have reserved the seat opposite just for you!"

She stepped through the open door leaving it wide open and sat down. She was wearing unusually delicate clothes, a wrap gown of white silk, sheer enough to show the shadow of her breasts below and a pair of gold encrusted sandals. Grasped in her hand was a large scroll that Lyeo assumed was His history.

"I hope there are no candid facts in there."

Lyeo offered a wink to Agrafi as He spoke and she smiled broadly.

"The whole thing is rather dry I am afraid. Amazing how someone quite as infamous is almost totally invisible."

"Well here I sit large as life and quite willing to tell you almost anything about Me."

Agrafi smiled again and didn't try to hide the fact she fully understood His meaning, Lyeo was an open book but His knowledge was a different matter.

"I see you are reading Larius De Chen."

"I find that politics and intrigue have not improved much these past few centuries. Yesterday's events are as relevant as ever."

"May I ask a question Wolfgatherer?"

"Agrafi, please. I am hardly in a position not to hear your words. Whether I am able to give you the answer you look for is another matter."

Agrafi studied Lyeo for a moment wondering quite how to pose the question that so intrigued her superiors. Perhaps at such a pivotal moment a headlong charge into the valley was inevitable.

"My superiors are fully aware that You have allies inserted in places of great influence. Their concern is that without Your guiding hand these agents will be rogue. They wonder if You would consider it an option to share their identities so they may prove useful beyond Your span or instruction."

Lyeo smiled, Agrafi had played the honesty card. He had expected a feint or a flanking maneuver but here she was riding full tilt against the seeming impregnable keep. He liked this manner of advance, it was worthy of Him.

"We cannot enter into alliances until we are acquainted with the designs of our neighbors."

"You quote De Chen."

"He was a visionary and nothing new has replaced his wisdom."

"We have no wish to inconvenience You more than is necessary Wolfgatherer. It was convenient to remove You from the game for a period of time. You cast a long shadow as You walk."

"I understand."

The truth was He understood to much. The plans He had in place were for the protection of those He served and for the peoples He felt responsibility for. Like a thread in a catacomb any lead would eventually be traced to the prize and whatever happened some secrets must be kept hidden from the world. The world was not yet ready for the reemergence of some whom it thought departed, some lines were best considered ended, obliterated from the earth. He had long wrestled with the effect that the knowledge He guarded would have on the future and had yet to decide if the revelation was justified. Some volcanoes are best left slumbering for fear their eruption might cause total destruction.

"If indeed it were true that I had agents placed strategically then it would follow that precautions had been taken that they would not be exposed or inconvenienced by My personal situation. Events have a way of following their own path once the rock starts rolling downhill. You have been frank in opening with your true mission, but I am afraid that to disclose details of My presumed web would be too much to ask, if it really existed. I hope this knowledge does not mean the end of our acquaintance after such a brief sojourn."

Lyeo sat back in the chair and looked deep into Agrafi's eyes. Her face was ambiguous, neither surprised nor disappointed. He had wondered how she would react to frankness being met with frankness and was pleasantly rewarded with her stoicism. Carefully He sniffed the air, showing flared nostrils were an obvious tell and He wanted to have an advantage. He smelt the other woman again, but this time it was different, more pungent, like her fluids were fresh on Agrafi's flesh.

"May I inquire how you are enjoying the local fauna?"

He was pleased to see a momentary shadow cross her face.

"They tell Me the does are very responsive to bait."

He was smiling broadly now, just in case she had not realized He was prodding her.

"Once they are snared they squeal and pee for all they are worth."

Agrafi measured her breath and attempted a smile but too late realized that it had turned into a theatrical grin.

"I am sure you have the game secured and awaiting your gastronomic pleasure. Appetite must be satisfied if things are to be accomplished."

Lyeo studied her face for reaction. The brow shortened a little, almost imperceptibly but enough for His satisfaction. 

"It is recorded that the right bait will eventually bring exactly the right meat to the plate." 

He could see the seed of understanding begin to grow in her mind. 

"I have grown very weary of this solitude and lack of fresh game. Problem being I have a taste for veal and all that is available old scraggy cow."

Wolf smiled broadly. The gap in His teeth gained by an almost disastrous encounter with a flail became very obvious when He grinned. He had never felt any interest in His physical appearance, He obviously was his Fathers Son and had no reason to hide the fact. Chips and scars were obligatory in His profession as was the certainty of death.

Lyeo reached forward and placed His right hand on the Agrafi's inner knee. The legs trembled then parted slightly. She rose quickly from her chair and looked furtively right and left up and down the corridor before returning to stand directly in front of Him, legs parted over His outstretched boots. He lent back in His chair and pondered for a moment.

"Turn round."

Obediently, but with a swagger Agrafi turned and backed up over His extended legs to stand splayed over His knees.

"Lean forward."

Dutifully she bent at the waist, her athletic buttocks pressing against the taught fabric of her garment. Casually Lyeos' hands moved forward and slid the fabric upwards till it bunched around her waist. The scant undergarment she wore was of gossamer silk, resting high on the hip at each side and he slid the material so it rested tightly between her cheeks. He slid a finger down the now perfectly outlined cleft till he felt the tight muscle of her anus, then down further to the dampening fabric covering her sex finding the lips parted and clitoris hardening rapidly. Brushing the material aside He inserted a finger deep into her velvet covered orifice. Agrafi's legs inched wider and her knees buckled a little as a guttural sigh escaped her lips. So used to being in control this overtaking of her physically and mentally was enrapturing.

Lyeo moved His finger gently into her depths to stroke the opening of the cervix, then shallower to probe the urethra. Her muscles tightened around the digit gripping and milking every sensation. He withdrew the finger slowly till the tip nestled between the now swollen lips then slid upwards to nestle against her tight anal bud. Lyeo gently stroked the precious opening and was rewarded by its relaxation. His fingertip pressed into her firmly, the ring muscle giving way little by little allowing entry to her depths. The interior was hot to His touch and her body pushed back to swallow every inch to the knuckle. He watched as drips of her vaginal fluid ran down her thighs to glint in the morning sunlight. 

Her back was arched as she began to thrust back onto the finger and He could clearly see the dark inner core. His withdrew the finger slowly but magnificently her anus remained open and wanting. With one quick tug He ripped the underwear from her body and dropped it casually to the floor. Lyeo quickly unfastened His belt and cod flap pushing the breeches downwards past His knees. Grasping her waist He guided her till the tip of His member rested against the pursing ass opening. He waited just momentarily, but to Agrafi it must have seemed like an hour and she valiantly attempted to squat deeper. Finally His grasp released sufficiently for the mushroom of His member to slide in few centimeters and her body shuddered and pushed down hard. Giving way almost grudgingly He allowed her to take more and more till she engulfed all of Him. 

She began to ride Him, slow at first, her muscles tight on his shaft, but the moment of release was close on her and her pace increased second by second. Her head fell back in ecstasy as the first shudder of the little death gripped her womb. Lyeo felt her stomach rippling and the hot splatter of urine on His thighs as she squirted. Her thrusts slowed and each full penetration was followed by a momentary pause as her anus opened fully. He let the she-cat take her pleasure, knowing each ripple, each climax, cemented her faster to His person and will. Finally whether in abandon or exhaustion her body folded forward at the waist to lay breast to knee above Him. He let her rest, her breathe wheezing into her lungs and expelling with gasps.

Lyeo pushed her forwards till she was able to lean against the arms of her chair opposite with His penis still deep in her anal canal. He began to ride her fast and hard, allowing His climax to build for His own pleasure, taking her completely in her vulnerability. His balls tightened and gripping the back of her neck He filled her with His hot seed. Agrafi slumped forward against the chair but her knees gave way leaving her in a crumpled heap on the hard cement floor between the chairs. Gripping her hair Lyeo turned her head till her tongue could lap at the combination of fluids on His shaft and allowed her to feast until He was clean.

Agrafi returned to her apartment in a daze. Slipping the key into the lock she pushed the door open to be greeted by the sight of Sophi still spread-eagled on the floor where she had left her that morning. Agrafi felt confused and weak, the naked buttocks presented to her view would have normally induced lust but today she felt strangely different. Exhausted she dropped to her knees, crawled to lie next to Sophi and throwing her arms around the prone body fell into a deep sleep.