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The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 01

By: SlaveNano



I knew that we must be close to our destination, a marble temple erected as a place of worship and rest for Goddesses on the outskirts of Constantinople. Goddess Nemesis and I had reached the end of one of the long secret network of tunnels fashioned by the Goddesses of old under the surface of the earth drawing their source of power from the meridian lines that they followed. 

Goddess had already briefed me on my mission in a ceremony held in her dungeon. The ancient temple had been taken over by the supporters of the new religion, disciples of The Knights Templar, an ancient and extreme arm of the female hating new church. The knights had captured thirteen young women who were being trained as Goddesses and taken them to this place. They had been penetrated and implanted with the seed of soldiers and priests of The Knights Templar. 

My quest was to enter the marble temple, which could only be penetrated through a series of four gates fashioned in turn from gold, silver, crystal and quartz. Goddess had provided me with a detailed explanation as to how each of the doors operated and how to gain access through them. To pass through these gates would require purity of heart, courage and ingenuity. Once inside the marble palace my mission was to use the tools given me by Goddess Nemesis to abort the enforced impregnations in the thirteen young novices, rescue them from captivity and return them. The shrine was protected by a guardian who might be able to aid and protect me at times during my task.

Goddess Nemesis turned to me. She was still wearing the long plain black dress, the silver necklace embedded with red stones and the feathered and beaded mask that she had worn for the briefing ceremony in her dungeon. I had pledged to follow the Goddess wherever she desired to take me and to fulfil the mission that she had set me. 

"Slave Nano, we have come to the end of the journey. This is the point where our ways must part. I can come no further with you. Remember everything that I have told you. On this mission you will be tested severely in every way. Your physical, mental and intellectual strength will be pushed to their uppermost limits if you are to succeed. You must demonstrate the attributes of risk taking and caution according to needs of each new situation that you face. This task will not be easy for you Nano, it will be full of challenges but it is of vital importance to our cause. I do not expect failure from you Slave Nano. Go now Nano, be brave and true to the Goddesses."

"Thank you for your words of warning and encouragement Goddess. I hope that your trust in me is not misplaced. I will endeavour to serve you to the upmost of my abilities to fulfil this mission successfully for you and all the other Goddesses," I replied. 

At this I set off up a set of winding stairs that led from an underground chamber to the surface of the earth. I emerged on the surface amongst a clump of trees. I appraised the scene in front of me. I was on the hills outside Constantinople. When I looked back in the distance I could see the huge dome and pointed minarets of the Church of Hagia Sophia. In front of me, as Goddess Nemesis described, was a pure white marble temple. 

From my view point I could not see beyond the sheer flawless and windowless white marble wall. The setting sun cast its light over the wall basking it in an orange glow. Beyond the temple were cliffs that faced onto the straits of the Bosphorus. Although just a few miles outside of Constantinople this was a quite and secret place, perhaps some power protected it from the eyes of outsiders and unbelievers. I walked warily the couple of hundred yards towards the marble wall and the first gate.

I stood before the sheer golden gate, a single sheet of pure gold dazzling in the twilight sun. There was no lock, no hinge, no blemish and no sign of how it would be possible to enter. I was confused, how could I possibly enter through this. Then, I recalled that Goddess Nemesis had told me that the temple was protected by a guardian who would help me. I was conscious that every lost moment in my mission could be vital, at every minute the seed in the impregnated Goddesses was being nurtured by their bodies and was growing larger. Yet, I chose patience. 

I was convinced that Goddess had not chosen me for this task to knowingly fail at the first hurdle. I knew that I would have to demonstrate fortitude and cunning to penetrate the marble temple, but I did not believe that it was her intention that I should fail so miserably at the first gate. I sat leaning against the juniper tree outside the gate, keeping watch and eating some of the dark blue berries to provide me sustenance during my vigil.

The sun sank in the west and darkness descended, but the walls of the marble temple remained illuminated by the luminous glow of a full moon. I felt in my bones the deep spirituality of this moment, a sense of impending change and foreboding came over me. All of a sudden I was conscious of a presence. There beside me was a large wolf with a shaggy red coat. It turned its head towards me and fixed its yellow eyes on me. 

"You are Slave Nano. I have been forewarned of your arrival and of your mission."

The wolf's voice was obviously feminine, but also strangely deep and husky.

"Yes, I am Slave Nano. You must be the guardian of this temple that Goddess Nemesis told me of."

"Yes, I am the Wolf Goddess and I have been charged as guardian to protect this sacred site. I have many names and exist in all places and cultures. In ancient Rome I am known as Luperca, the mythical wolf who suckled Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome. In ancient Greece I am known as Vivian, the Goddess of the moon. In the frozen wastes of the norsemen I go by the name Skadi. In Turkish folklore they know me as Asena. I am also the Goddess of the moon and my powers wax and wane with the shifting phases of the moon. 

"I am at my most powerful at the time of the full moon, which is why your Goddess has sent you on this mission at this time. I am condemned to my wolf form and to be protector of this shrine to the Goddesses until the heretics of the new religion have been expelled and the site is once again taken over by the Goddesses. Then I will return in all my glory to my feminine form. In the meantime I am in exile, entrusted as guardian of this place until that time comes.

"You will need my aid to pass through the first set of gates into the courtyard beyond. You will have observed the wondrous and cunning design of the golden gates. A sheer sheet of gold melded into its marble frame with no visible means of passing through it. This was the main entrance to this ancient shrine of the Goddesses. 

"The ignorant proponents of the new religion did not have the craft or the mastery of the magic that helped forge these gates. They gave up and knocked through the marble to fashion their own entrance on the other side of this temple. This is why the entrance remains unguarded and safe for you to pass through. Our enemies having long regarded the gate as impenetrable and they have abandoned it. You are only likely to encounter guards after you pass the final gate.

"On your quest, I can offer my protection three times, and three times only. To call for my aid you must chant the following invocation, 'dea lupis, mihi vene, mihi adiuve'. You must use these wisely, do not waste any frivolously or merely to protect yourself. I cannot assist you in tasks that test your own devotion or courage. You must use your first plea for my aid to help you open the golden gate as there is no-one but me who has the power to do that and I only possess this strength at the time of the full moon. On your journey look for things that can help you and remember that everything is not always what it seems. The time has come, follow me."

The Wolf Goddess walked up to the golden gate and I followed her. Her howl would have brought down the very gates of hell. At the sound of her howling some deep magic of the Goddesses of old was invoked. The gates did not open, but their physical form dissipated into a golden mist.

The Wolf Goddess turned to me, "Slave Nano, my power can only hold the gate open for so long. Go now. May the Goddesses give you courage and strength. Much rests on completing your mission. Do not fail your Goddess."

I slipped through the golden dust. As I passed through there was a sensation like light tentacles touching me and a feeling of euphoria washed over me. On the other side I found myself in a courtyard illuminated by the bright light of the full moon. Across from me was the sliver gate and set in its centre was a pentagon shaped hole for a key just as the Goddess Nemesis had described to me. 

At some time, long ago, this must have been a courtyard garden for the Goddesses that inhabited the temple, but now it had been left to ruin. I tried to imagine the scene from the past of Goddesses sat by the two ponds with the sound of cool fountains in the background, and perhaps with slaves supplicated at their feet waiting for a command, as they sat and talked or read in a place of quiet contemplation. This was a fleeting vision as now the cool ponds were stagnant and the gardens a mass of overgrown wild flowers and vines. 

My instructions from Goddess were straightforward. Find the five sided key made from the lapis lazuli stone and insert it into the key hole. This sounded easy, but where in this tangled mass of vegetation was I going to find the stone? My eyes scanned over the remains of the courtyard garden. To search though the dense foliage of overgrown herbs and wild flowers could take days. This was such a desperate task and time was of the essence, every hour of delay meant more suffering for the thirteen Goddess acolytes and by every minute the eggs inside them fertilised by the impregnated seed of the heretics grew. I became despondent. 

Then, my eyes were drawn to a stunning display of black berries from a bush of Belladonna, deadly nightshade. Beautiful, but deadly, just like the Goddesses themselves. The Wolf Goddess had warned that I should look out for objects that would aid me in my mission as I passed through the gates. I believed this to be one of those opportunities. I carefully plucked many bunches of the deadly black berries and put them in my bag.

Then, it struck me that the marble walls of the courtyard garden were decorated with a frieze of scenes depicting Goddesses from various cultures across the world. I had a stroke of inspiration, one that I sensed could be the solution to the riddle of the location of the key. I had learnt from the Goddess Nemesis that in Egyptian times lapis lazuli had been placed in burial chambers to assist the spirit to ascend to heaven. I scoured for a scene that depicted ancient Egypt. Sure enough I found it. An Egyptian Goddess or High Priestess standing over a sarcophagus, her hands upraised. My instincts had proved sound. Sure enough, I saw a rock embedded in the marble in the Goddess's eye. A blue stone flecked with delicate strands of green and gold. This was it. 

I gently pulled it out of its mount, a beautifully fashioned piece of polished stone, perfectly carved into the shape of a pentagon. I was elated now and fought my way through the tangled undergrowth to get to the silver door. I carefully placed the stone in the hole where it fitted perfectly and immediately the invisible and ingenious mechanism sprung into action, The piece of lapis lazuli rotated five times in the key hole and then I heard a loud click. Gently, and apprehensively, I pushed the door open and passed through the silver gate.

I was now inside the temple itself. I had stepped through into a corridor that stretched out before me to the left and right for perhaps thirty or forty yards until it curved away. The corridor was lit by flames in chalice shaped beacons mounted on the wall. The significance of this as a symbol of divine feminine was not lost on me. The corridor was eerily silent. There was no sign that the corridor had been occupied and by what means the beacons remained lit was a mystery to me. 

In front of me was the crystal door, just as Goddess Nemesis had described it to me. It was one sheer piece of crystal. It was translucent but not clear like glass. Looking through it was like gazing through a light mist or fog, but through the crystal door, even now, I could see the black quartz gate, the final entrance into the inner sanctum of the temple. My heart raced as I could see how close I was to my final destination. 

Just as Goddess had said there was a silver hook in the marble wall and hanging from it a piece of amethyst. I took the stone from the hook. It was a piece of rough uncut amethyst, its delicate light purple crystals glinted in the light of the beacons. I was aware of the significance and power of the crystal amethyst. I knew that amethyst was also the birth stone of the Goddess Nemesis and as such I knew that it would have powerful properties that I would need for the next task. 

I had been told that the crystal door could only be opened with the power of the mind. My feeble male mind would never be sufficient to wield such spiritual strength to open the door by myself and I understood why the power of the Goddesses, condensed in this small stone, was needed to assist me. But, I also knew that this was a test for me. The power of the amethyst would count for nothing if I was not able to approach my quest with bravery and a pure heart or if I could not truly show the purity of my submission to the Goddesses. I recognised that this was placed here as a challenge for me. The mission would fail if I could not pass this test.

I got a piece of bandage from my bag, placed the amethyst against my forehead as I had been directed and tied it into place. Then, I got myself into a position of supplication. The same position that I would put myself in whilst waiting for the Goddess Nemesis to enter the room, face down on the floor with my head facing the crystal gate. I lied there and waited. If I had expected an instant result I would have been disappointed. There was no sound or movement from the door. I had prepared myself for this. 

These were trials put in front of me to test my spirit and ability to complete the task. I knew that my dedication to the Goddess spirit was being put to the test and that I would not succeed without demonstrating a spirit of pure devotion in my heart. I laid still and silent for what seemed like an age. Occasionally I felt my mind and concentration waiver but I pulled myself back, knowing that any interruption to my devotion would break the spell that was needed to release the gate.

I focused on the times when I had been placed in bondage in Goddess's dungeon and been forced to wait for her return. The long agonising moments denied Her presence. The pain of nipple clamps clasped tightly against my chest by a cold stone floor and enhanced by the movement of my own breath. The suffering and discomfort of being spread-eagled on the floor, hog-tied or restrained in a confined cage or dark and silent place. The loneliness and isolation of being denied Her presence, whilst at the same time knowing that she is near by, waiting, waiting until I have suffered enough, until She decides when the time is right to release me from physical and mental imprisonment. 

I brought to mind all of those moments of pain, suffering and denial that I have had to endure before I am fit to experience the ecstasy of being allowed back into the Goddess Nemesis's presence. All of these thoughts of pain and submission filled my mind as the time passed. How long was I laid on the floor? It was hard to say, after a certain point time seemed to have no meaning ; an hour, two, perhaps three. 

Eventually, after a long period of contemplation on the power and divinity of the Goddess Nemesis I heard a click and then a slow grinding sound as the crystal gate raised itself. I stayed in the supplicant position for a few moments more to ensure that I did not break my concentration for fear of the gate not opening fully. But then, as I sensed the gate slide up into its fully open position, I leapt into action. I knew that I only had thirteen seconds (one for each enslaved Goddess) before the gate closed on me. I grasped by bag and leapt across the threshold of the gate. I counted 1...2....3...4 up to 10 when the crystal gate came crashing down. It had taken me 3 seconds to get through the gate, the exact time that I had to pass through the black quartz gate.

Now, I passed through into the next room, a solid, windowless marble ante chamber. Facing me was the black quartz gate, smooth, shining and flawless. In the centre of the ante chamber was a marble table and on it a goblet and glass flask with a skull etched on it, presumably containing some kind of poison or potion. The marble walls were decorated with images of Goddesses in the same style as those on the walls of the courtyard garden. Before the jet black gate two crystals were set into the floor just as Goddess Nemesis had described. 

Now that I had passed through into this ante chamber I began to understand the layout of the temple better. I had passed through a highly protected ceremonial entrance leading to this final gate and, presumably beyond that, an inner temple. The disciples of the new religion had never been able to solve the mysteries of the four gates and had never been able to penetrate this part of the marble palace. I was so close to my goal now. A sense of anxiety grew in me. I had no idea what I would expect on the other side of the quartz gate. As soon as the door opened I would be into the unknown, a place where the guards and priests of the new religion would be present.

But first I needed to find a way through the gate. I lied in the supplicant position for some time holding onto the two pieces of crystal as I had been told. My mind and body were still in a transcendent state from the trial of opening the crystal gate. I stayed in this position for some time. Then I stood up, took up the two pieces of crystal from the ground and put them together. They locked perfectly into one another. Nothing. My heart sank. Had I not approached the task with sufficient purity of spirit? Had I not been in the supplicant position for long enough?

Then a thought occurred to me. The Wolf Goddess had warned me of tests and of using what was put before me and also of things not always being what they seemed. I switched my focus to the black quartz table, the silver goblet and the bottle of poison. It had to have some purpose. What if the poison symbol was there only to stop the faint hearted from taking the elixir in the bottle? What if it were not poison but something crucial to the completion of the quest and placed there as a trick to see if the person being tested had the courage to drink from it? If it was truly poison then all would be lost and the thirteen novices would be condemned to captivity. I made my choice. My instincts were telling me that they had to be there for some purpose and I followed them. I took up the glass flask, removed the stopper, poured the fluid out into the goblet and drank it.

The elixir was the colour and consistency of the Goddesses golden wine but slightly darker and stronger tasting. After I had gulped the last drop from the goblet I realised that I might have made a fatal mistake. I immediately felt nauseous and my head began to spin, I felt that I was slipping into unconsciousness or into some terrible nightmare. The marble ante chamber had disappeared from my site and all I could see was darkness. I felt myself in free fall, descending into some forgotten netherworld. 

Then, I saw hands reaching out to me. I heard the anguished calls of forgotten slaves. I realised that I had descended into a purgatory, the in between world of deprived slaves that the Goddess Nemesis had introduced to me. But this was far more vivid. I was not a spectator listening to the screams of pain and rejection from a distance, I was actually there. I could see the faces of the rejected slaves swirling before me, their eyes and mouths screwed up in an agonised visage of loss and rejection. 


The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 01



The sounds from them were not just wails and groans but real words calling out with pleas to be brought back into Her presence. "Goddess, please take me back. Goddess I have been punished and repent, please forgive me. Goddess, please end this torture, my life means nothing without Your presence." These, and many other agonised pleas were called out to me as I felt my body descend rapidly into a hell that I did not want to contemplate. I was in a nightmare, lost in the realm of rejection and isolation as I felt my body crash into nothingness.

I did not know how long I was lost in this vision. I remembered recovering my consciousness, physically exhausted, dizzy and nauseous. I tentatively opened my eyes. I was back in the ante chamber laid out on the sleek marble floor. I think I understood. I believed I had made the right decision to partake of the elixir. I was meant to see this vision of what might happen to me if my mission failed. I knew I had to seize the moment now. 

I was not physically or mentally ready to pass through the final door but I did not want to miss the one opportunity that I might have. I stood in front of the black quartz gate. I took a deep breath to ready myself for whatever I might find on the other side. I held the two crystals together. Silently, secretly, the black gate slid down into the ground. I had three seconds. One....two....three. I quickly stepped through and turned round quickly to see the black gate slide back up again. 

I heard laughs and voices. I quickly hid behind a marble pillar to take stock and review my predicament. I had entered what must be the inner sanctum of the temple of the Goddesses. The place had been desecrated by the supporters of the new religion, but it was clear what a magnificent place it must have been. I was in a huge square hall within which there was a large circle of marble pillars supporting a vaulted ceiling covered in flaking gold leaf. The decorations I had seen up to now had been plain etchings in marble. This chamber was painted with brightly coloured frescoes depicting the Goddesses, Goddesses in their animal forms and images from the natural world that they command. The frescoes were now faded and peeling in places but when it was still in the realm of the Goddesses this chamber must have been a wondrous place. 

As I glanced around the pillar into the centre of the chamber I saw them, the objects of my mission, the thirteen young Goddess acolytes. They were all naked, chained up by their wrists and ankles, spread-eagled between two marble pillars in a semicircle within the inner chamber. The signs of their ordeal were evident, as they all had bruises and cuts, but despite that their beauty and luminous presence was still evident. 

Then, I saw a sight that sickened and angered me to the core. There was one of the Goddesses laid on the floor being held down by guards dressed in tabards with the red cross of the Knights Templar being desecrated and entered by one of the guards. I heard her gentle pleas ignored as the heretic forced himself into her to the sound of the laughs and taunts of the other men. There must have been nearly twenty guards there, each waiting for their turn to abuse and torment the young girl. 

There was no way that I could overcome them on my own, even if I had a weapon, which I did not. I turned back round to hide myself behind the marble pillar and to reflect on my next course of action. The only advantage I had was one of secrecy. None of the guards would have realised that their defences had been breached and that there was a stranger amongst them. It would be foolhardy to take them all in a frontal assault so a more cunning strategy was needed. 

I took the bandage from my head and placed the amethyst and the two pieces of crystal carefully in my bag as I knew that I would need them again if I ever I got the chance to escape from this place with the Goddesses. I had to take the hard choice to leave the thirteen novices for now and put my plan into effect. I sneaked from behind the pillars and into a passage that led me away from the inner sanctum. I knew where I wanted to find. I was looking for the refectory and the kitchens and after winding my way carefully through the passages in the domestic quarters I soon found them. This was no modern kitchen though. There was a huge table in the middle, a fireplace with a roaring fire and huge cooking vessels. This was where the food for the whole temple was prepared. This is where cunning, persuasion and boldness would be needed.

I openly strode into the kitchen. The five men working there all looked up and stared at me.

"Hello, my name is Nano. I am a servant of the Constantinople chapter of the Knights Templar. I have been summoned here to help in the kitchens."

One of the men, presumably the head chef gazed intently and suspiciously at me. 

"I'm the head chef and I haven't asked for any help here."

Had my brazen openness worked or would I be found out? Then, the man relaxed a little.

"Well, nobody tells me anything about what goes on here anyway. All kinds of secret and funny goings on here, I tell you. Well, we can always do with more hands, I suppose you can come and help us prepare lunch for everyone".

I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I was in the kitchen and accepted as a helper, now I just had to bide my time. Lunch? My progress through the gates had obviously taken me all night and the best part of the next morning.

I was set the task of chopping vegetables and cuts of meat for a hug vat of broth that was being made for lunch. This work was perfect for my purpose. I worked hard and dutifully so as not to attract any suspicion. Then I chose my moment. I waited until all the other men had stopped for a coffee and had their backs turned. 

Use the tools that the Goddesses have provided for you! I went into my bag packed full of the black berries from the Belladonna that I had picked from the courtyard garden in the moonlight. Deadly nightshade, named so for very good reasons, it is one of the most toxic plants on the earth. I emptied all of the berries into the vat of broth, hundreds of them. I just hope there were enough there to wreak the devastation amongst the guards and priests here that I needed to complete my task. I went to join the other men for a drink and let the deadly broth stew. 

I sat talking to the other kitchen hands, being vague about my background. In fact, the knowledge given to me of the Knights Templar and their purpose quite impressed the men and helped me to win their confidence. One of the Knights Templar guards entered the kitchen. He was wearing the white tabard with the large red cross on its chest.

"Hey, you men, what are you lounging about for. We've had a hard morning fucking one of the young so-called Goddesses and we're all starving. When's lunch going to be ready?"

His eyes fell on me.

"Who's he?" he asked.

"He's called Nano, sent by Constantinople to help in the kitchens," replied the head chef.

The guard looked suspicious. He saw my bag on the floor and something drew him towards it. I had not drawn the strings at the top tightly together. Perhaps he saw a brief glimpse of the amethyst or the crystal key-locks, but whatever it was, his curiosity had been aroused. You fool Slave Nano. So near and so ingenious only to be undone by such an idiotic piece of carelessness. The Goddesses would punish me for this incompetence if I ever got out of this situation with my life. 

"Grab him now! We have an intruder. He is in league with our enemies!"

I had failed in my task. I felt desolate and defeated. I was stretched out on a rack, my limbs strained to their limit and aching. The contents of my bag, the amethyst, the crystals, the tools and potions for neutralising the seed implanted in the wombs of the thirteen Goddesses laid strewn across a table. My only slight hope was that all evidence of the Belladonna had been emptied into the broth. To have come so far and be undone by my own carelessness. There were two guards sat in the room. Stood before me was a priest or interrogator. He was wearing a monk's habit and had a large silver cross around his neck.

"Make this easy on yourself. Tell me where these Goddesses are hiding."

"I know nothing of any Goddesses. I entered here on my own initiative out of curiosity to find out what this place is for," I replied.

"I know that you are lying. Amethyst, crystals, these are all symbols of the pagan Goddess worshippers. You cannot deceive me. I know that you have entered through the secret gates, no man could do that without assistance. We have tried to unravel the secrets of those gates ourselves for years with no success. No passing stranger could possibly have done that without powerful allies."

"I know of nothing of the whereabouts of any of the Goddesses of whom you speak." 

I knew in my heart that I must never reveal the whereabouts of Goddess Nemesis or my knowledge of the Wolf Goddess.

"You will reveal your secrets to me. I am skilled and practised in the arts of torture. When these implements of pain and death are used on you, then you will talk. Guards, help me remove this miscreant from the rack."

I was taken off the rack and dragged into another instrument of torture, which I recognised as an iron maiden. The inquisitor laughed at my plight.

"Where are your Goddesses now to save you? I see you recognise this instrument of torture, an iron maiden, an iron box with blades fitted into the door. When the door closes the blades dig into you. They are contrived so they will not penetrate any of your vital organs but will give you a long lingering death by slow bleeding or asphyxiation. Used by the inquisitors of the church to symbolically inject the Christian religion into their victims. There is no escape for you now. Confess to me and come over to us, betray your Goddess now or you will suffer a slow and painful death". 

I was terrified. I could see no escape. I could see the sharp blades protruding from the door of the metal box. But, I knew I had to resist, I knew I had to suffer this long and painful end rather than betray Goddess Nemesis.

I looked my interrogator in the eye, "I know of no Goddesses," I said.

I awaited my fate with trepidation, the slamming of the door, the penetration of the blades into my body and then the slow wait for death to release me. Then, one of the guards said something that made my ears prick up with attention and anticipation.

"I don't know what the cooks put in the broth today, it was delicious, but I tell you what, it's made me feel really strange," said one of the guards.

"Yeah, I know what you mean, I feel all dizzy and I've awful stomach cramps," replied the other guard.

The eyes of the priest interrogator widened in the realisation of what was happening to them.

"We have been tricked, we have been undone. This spy has poisoned us," he said pointing an accusing finger at me. "The foul pagan Goddesses have infiltrated us."

Then he groaned collapsing on all fours onto the floor grasping at his stomach. One guard was staggering in a daze, the second guard had fallen onto the floor his body already in a fit of convulsions until he stiffened and went quiet. The interrogator was on the floor in paroxysms, still trying to spit out curses at me. His final act was to try and reach out for the door of the iron maiden and close it on me. He summoned every last part of his strength and pushed the door. I could see the door close gently in on me, the blades heading straight for me. I felt them push against me, some of them with enough force to penetrate my skin. I was lucky though, the inquisitor did not have the strength to close the door tightly against me.

Then it went quiet as finally all three laid on the floor dead. The Belladonna had done its deadly work. I could only hope that the broth had been eaten by everybody in the temple and that the site before me was being repeated all over the marble palace.

I realised now that I faced a serious dilemma. My plan to incapacitate all of the guards appeared to have worked effectively, but I was still left trapped and padlocked in the iron maiden, the implements that I needed to complete my mission now scattered over the floor. I believed that there was only one option open to me and that was to invoke the aid of the Wolf Goddess. "Dea lupis, mihi vene, me adiuve". I chanted out the invocation that she had given me and prayed that she would respond and rescue me from my plight. 

I looked up and there she was in front of me. Her yellow eyes glinted and her sharp teeth appeared to be spread into grin. She stepped forward, pushed open the door of the iron maiden with her snout and breathed onto the padlocks that chained me in there. They immediately broke and fell to the floor. I pushed the door open wider and felt a rush of exhilaration at being freed and having another chance to complete my mission.

"Oh Wolf Goddess, Goddess of the waxing moon, thank you for my release," I exclaimed.

The Wolf Goddess looked up at me. "Well done, Slave Nano. You have shown much fortitude and ingenuity to get to this position. But be wary, remember that your carelessness was nearly your undoing and that without my aid you would have been trapped. You have shown some bravery and cleverness, your use of the deadly nightshade that had been placed in the garden by the Goddesses for you to use was well conceived and executed. But beware complacency Slave Nano. Your task is far from complete and there will be other ordeals that you must face. You are still able to call on me one more time, but remember I cannot intervene in challenges that test your own faith. I must go now and leave you to your fate. Be brave and true Slave Nano."

I picked up sets of keys for shackles of the young acolytes from the guard room and proceeded cautiously through the passages of the domestic quarters towards the ceremonial chamber in the centre of the temple. All along the way I saw dead guards strewn on the marble floors. An eerie silence permeated the whole place and there was no sign of any life. Soon, I had reached the inner sanctum again. I stood in the chamber before the thirteen Goddess novices chained to the pillars. I had the keys to all of their shackles in my hand. And, I could still summon the Wolf Goddess to my aid one more time. I felt a rush of excitement as I sensed that victory was in my grasp and that the release of the young women was in hand.

Then, I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around. In the throes of my anticipation at the successful completion of my mission I had overlooked this person. An old man in a monk's habit with a large silver cross hanging from his neck was hunched on the floor against the wall. His face was almost impenetrable from underneath his hood. I could only see wisps of grey hair from under his hood and his hooked nose. Then, he looked up and his eyes, stunningly bright and alert for a man of his age, caught mine. If this was the only heretic from the new religion remaining in the temple then even I should have no difficulty in overwhelming him and completing my task. Or, so I thought, until his weasel words started to resonate through the chamber.

"Congratulations, my young friend, you have done well. I applaud your courage and cunning in overwhelming the foot soldiers of Christ. Your Goddess mistresses have chosen the protagonist for their mission wisely and prepared him well. I have never known the gold, silver, crystal and quartz gates to be penetrated before yet you have managed to pass through all four. You must have subtle powers behind you."

His voice was clear, slow and seductive. I found myself being drawn in. The old man stood up awkwardly clasping a wood staff to help support him and shuffled slowly to stand by my side never once turning his sharp gaze away from me. He grasped by arm for support.

"I bear you no ill will, my friend. You have justly earned the moment of your triumph. But listen to me, my son, don't you see what I can offer you, all of these thirteen Goddesses could be yours to use how you desire. It is in your power to have them. You are so close to greatness and you no longer need the succour and support of the Goddesses to aid you. We are the only two men left remaining in this temple and I will not stand in your way if you wish to take them.

"Look at them. They are still helpless, they would do anything for you if you released them, they would succumb to you and serve and worship you for the rest of your days. What need of you of the pagan rites of the divine feminine that you profess to believe in when you could possess thirteen Goddesses of your very own and rule over them."

Somewhere in my sub conscious I was aware that I was being lured into a trap, but the voice of the old man was so calmly seductive, so composed and rational that everything he said seemed to make sense. His silky tones were bewitching me. Part of me realised that I had let down my guard and had permitted his powers of persuasion to take hold of me. Another part of me realised that I was being tricked and that by delaying the release of the Goddesses by just a moment I had proffered him the opportunity to bewitch me. My pride at having destroyed the guards and entered the inner sanctum of the chamber unopposed had made me underestimate him and now I had paid the price. My mind was in conflict, torn between resistance and his seductive temptation.

He grasped my face with his hand and turned it around the semi-circle of marble columns making me gaze at each of the thirteen naked Goddesses chained to the pillars. They were all gagged and none were able to call out any warnings to me or to break the spell of the aged monk's voice. Some were barely conscious and hardly noticed the drama unfolding before them, but a few were aware. They watched the scene unfold with trepidation as they observed my will struggle against the temptations laid before me.

"Look upon them, my son. All of that soft naked flesh could be yours, it is in your command, not I nor any Goddess could prevent you. These are thirteen of the most stunning and powerful women in the world, selected for their beauty, their presence and spirituality to be trained as Goddesses and they could be yours until the end of time. They may have been used over zealously by my disciples but I have ensured that nothing has been done to them that would permanently damage their beauty. 

"Imagine them restored, cleaned up, bathed in rose water, their delectable bodies perfumed with the finest scents from the orient. Just think, as they touch your face with their soft hands, as they caress your body, as their gentle fingers arouse your sexual feelings. Feel the touch of their scented hair as it brushes against your naked body whilst they run their hands all over you. Until, finally, their fingers gently brush against your thigh, then your balls and then ultimately touch your cock. 

"What man could resist such attention? Especially a man such as yourself whose sexual feelings have been kept controlled by your Goddess, who is only allowed relief at somebody else's behest. All of that suppressed sexuality that must have built up inside you whilst you have been worshipping your Goddesses will be released."

By now my head was reeling, the two competing forces warring in my mind. All of my training at the hands of Goddess Nemesis was being put to its ultimate test, all the years of devoted servitude and selfless devotion to a higher cause, the worship of the sacred feminine, reaching a final climax. 

I could feel the stirrings in my loins, I could sense the first signs of gentle swelling in my cock. I knew that if I allowed myself to get an erection I would be defeated. I knew that I could not call on the Wolf Goddess to aid me, her instructions were quite clear, she could not rescue me from the temptations of my own mind. This was a struggle I had to endure and overcome by myself. I strained every sinew of my body and mind to hold back the emerging tumescence in my cock. However, there was more to come.




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 01



"Don't resist now. You know that you need the explosion of that physical release. Listen to what will befall you next. Feel your cock erect and hard. Imagine as the soft lips of a young Goddess envelop the glans of your cock, feel the silky texture of her saliva around you and then the gentle movement as her mouth takes in the shaft of your hard cock and runs up and down your erection bringing you just to the point of your climax. 

"Then, imagine, as the Goddess pulls her mouth away, leans back and spreads her legs wide for you, as you kneel down and then enter her. How long will you last? How long before the final explosion of orgasm erupts inside her? Then, the deed is done, you would have impregnated a Goddess with your seed and she will be yours. All thirteen of these novices could be yours. Every day and every night they would be there for you to take your pleasure."

The task was on a knife edge. I could feel the swelling in my cock and I knew that if I got an erection I would be defeated. At the same time I was battling with myself to control my body, to try and break free from the hypnotic and seductive words of the old monk. I sought mentally for solace and help and I found them in the words of the Wolf Goddess and the Goddess Nemesis. Use the tools that have been given. 

The Goddesses did not mean my mission to fail, they had provided me with the means to complete the task provided my heart and mind could stay pure and focused. Amethyst. It is the Goddesses Nemesis's birth stone. Remember its qualities; it brings good fortune, it drives out evil spirits, it inspires the intellect, it cleanses, it brings about a chaste frame of mind....it protects against seduction! I thrust my hand into my bag and clasp it around the piece of uncut crystal. Instantaneously I started to think more clearly. I could feel the cleansing properties releasing me from the spell of the old monk. 

"No, old man, I will not yield to temptation. You are no match for the power of the Goddesses," I exclaimed triumphantly, his spell over me having been broken.

I pulled myself away from his grasp, turned and pushed him hard. He fell back, his head crashed against the marble floor and he was soon nestled in a pool of his blood. I had killed the final obstacle to the completion of my mission. 

I could hardly believe that I had broken the spell. I knew how close I had been to succumbing to his temptations. I set about my work quickly. My bag contained a syringe and a serum that I had to inject into the thirteen Goddesses' wombs to neutralise their impregnation. It was an elixir of the herb tansy, used by wise women in times past to carry out abortions. Many of these women had ended up being condemned as witches. I worked on each Goddess in turn, injecting the fluid whilst they were still spread-eagled and chained up and then releasing them, as that seemed the quickest way to work. Most of them were too tired and strained from the abuse of their captivity to say anything, they collapsed onto the floor rubbing their aching muscles. 

Then, a strange thing suddenly occurred to me. Throughout the mission I had always assumed there were thirteen young girls and it had never seemed necessary to count them until now as I was assessing how long the task would take. I double checked my counting to ensure that I had not made a mistake. There were only twelve. There was no question about it, there was one young acolyte missing. I asked the Goddesses if they knew where the thirteenth was but none of them seemed to be aware that there were any missing from their party. This was curious. Having thought my task was nearly at an end I realised now that my duty must be to search the remainder of the temple for the missing novice.

After all the twelve Goddesses in the inner sanctum had been released I decided that now was the time to invoke the aid of the Wolf Goddess again. I called out the invocation, "Dea lupis, mihi vene, mihi ayude." Sure enough she appeared out of one of the dark corners of the chamber.

"Yes, Slave Nano, you have summoned the Wolf Goddess to your aid one last time. I hope you have chosen your time wisely because this will be the last time that I can come to your aid," she said.

"Oh, Wolf Goddess, I have seen that there is one Goddess missing. I have called on you to escort the twelve released acolytes through the marble palace gates to join the Goddess Nemesis whilst I search for the final one. Will you do this, oh Goddess of the moon."

"This is a noble and worthy task for the guardian of the temple. Yes, I will do this for you," replied the Wolf Goddess.

I gathered all of the Goddesses up by the gate and decided to let them through the black quartz gate one at a time as with only three seconds to pass once the two parts of the crystal had been put together, I did not want to risk any of them being injured by the gate. The Wolf Goddess met them on the other side. They were so damaged and bewildered by their experience that it was a harder task than I expected. It was difficult to engender any sense of urgency in them and one or two I had to practically push through the quartz gate to make sure it did not slide upwards as they were passing through and crush them. The task was nearly complete. There was just one more young disciple, the twelfth, to go.

I felt cold steel pressed against my neck. I heard a female voice whisper in my ear.

"The last one is mine. You may have poisoned all the soldiers and priests of the Knights Templar in this shrine and you may have secured the release of eleven of these young girls, but your victory will not be complete, servant of the Goddesses."

I was shocked. The smell of perfume filled my nose, I could sense long fair hair pressed against the side of my face and I could feel the curves of a female body pressed against my back as her hold tightened and the knife was pressed hard against my throat.

"Yes, I am the missing thirteenth girl. But, I have chosen another path, I have decided to turn away from the teachings of the Goddesses and embrace the physical and sexual world. I have given my body up to satisfy the lusts of the disciples of the new religion. I have been impregnated with the seed of the high priest of this temple and I will bear his child. This boy, the product of the union of a powerful priest and a fallen Goddess will wield a great power for the disciples of the new religion.

"In return I have been given a favoured status, I have been pampered and offered rich clothes and fine jewellery to wear. This is the world that I have chosen. You have two choices abject slave of the Goddesses. Join with me and return to the chapter of the Knights Templar in Constantinople where they may even reward someone as brave and daring as you if you repent by letting you enter me and empty your seed into me. How would that feel after years of servitude and restraint of your sexual needs? Make this choice or the only alternative is death."

How many more twists will my mission take? How should I respond to this strange and unexpected switch in circumstances? I pondered my next course of action quickly but carefully. I could feel the knife pressing on my throat and even now I could feel warm drops of blood on my neck. I gasped for breath.

"Oh fair and beautiful maiden, I am undone and your words are so full of wisdom. The very end of this mission has finally revealed my true self to me. Long have I desired to have a Goddess for myself to satisfy my sexual desires. The temptations placed before me by the old monk were not lost on me. My sexual urges have been aroused. Now that I can hear your words, smell your sweet scent and feel your breasts pressed against me I realise that I would like nothing more than to have your naked body held against mine."

"Oh yes, I can feel that you desire me. There may be hope for you yet," she replied.

"Young fallen Goddess, let me see you, let me admire your beautiful body, let me see your young pert breasts. Just talking and imagining is arousing me. Whether you decide to kill me or take me with you or let me satisfy my sexual needs now on the floor of this temple, let me at least gaze upon you."

"Yes, I really think you might be persuaded. So you want to penetrate and impregnate me now, on the marble floor of this shrine to the Goddesses?"

"Oh, yes, young mistress, more than anything else," I replied.

She relaxed her grip slightly and pulled the knife away from my neck. I seized my opportunity, pushing her backwards with all of my strength. The force of the movement sent us both crashing onto the marble floor and the knife spinning away. I had played a treacherous and dangerous game, enticing the young girl into believing that I might follow her to create one small opening that I could exploit.

I confronted her, "How can you desert the Goddesses now? Do you not understand that by going with the disciples of the new religion you are betraying your sex, that you will subject yourself to a life of abuse just to satisfy the lusts of your male tormentors. Your rich clothes and jewellery are just meaningless vanity and will count for nothing. Come back, follow me back through the gates where I can re-unite you with the Goddesses." 

I pleaded with her desperately. She faced up to me, her eyes wild with hatred and anger. She made a leap for the knife, her speed, suppleness and agility taking me by surprise as she twisted round and thrust the dagger into my side. I collapsed in pain onto the floor.

"The seed of the high priest, who you have just killed, is inside me. You are wrong, when I return the followers of the new religion will hold me in high honour. Not only that but I will take another young Goddess back with me who they can impregnate again and use how they wish."

With that parting exclamation she grasped the hand of the bewildered twelfth acolyte and dragged her running out of the inner sanctum and out of my reach.

My last desperate plea to her to return to the Goddesses had failed. I was crestfallen. I had rescued eleven of the Goddesses but I felt a bitter sense of failure that during that last encounter I had lost my battle to persuade the fallen Goddess and that she had escaped with yet another young acolyte. My wound was painful and bloody, but not deep or fatal. I picked up the crystals from the floor so I could release the quartz door and pass back through the other gates so that I could return to the Goddess Nemesis and make my report back to her. I was confused, uncertain as to whether my mission had been a partial success or an abject failure. 

I could only leave that judgment to the Goddess Nemesis.



The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 02



A True Account of the Mission to rescue Goddess's Nemesis's Novice from the Knights Templar's temple in France

It was hard to believe my eyes. The scene in front of me was so idyllic. A 14th century honey coloured stone chapel and outbuildings, a delightful tree lined duck pond, a black stone statue of a knight of the Knights Templar. All bathed in the warmth of the August sun. Who would believe that such acts of gross depravity and betrayal could take place in this beautiful and restful spot. Yet I knew this to be the case. 

I knew that somewhere, perhaps hidden deep underground invisible to the tourists, there were secret passage ways and chambers where young women were being mentally and physically abused, tortured and kept only for the pleasure of their male tormentors. Who would believe that somewhere here a young Goddess novice, impregnated by the seed of a Knights Templar priest was imprisoned. This was the destination for my mission. The Temple of La Villedieu-Le-Maurepas in Elancourt in the suburbs west of Paris. This was the Knights Templar chapel that Goddess Nemesis had directed me to.

I recalled the failure of my original mission to rescue thirteen novice Goddesses from the marble shrine in Constantinople. As always the Goddess had exposed my weaknesses and failings with the intuition and perspicacity that only She possesses. I had failed to recognise that the 13th acolyte, who had tempted me at the very end, was a piece of idolatry, a false image created by the proponents of the new religion to deceive me. I had fallen for this deception. Goddess Nemesis had pointed out my abject inability to recognise that I had the tools in my hand to heal the wound inflicted on me by the phantom image of the young girl. Finally, there was my failure to pursue them both through the shrine. This was my biggest fault, not to have recognised that it was my place to rescue the novice at all costs, regardless of any thought for my own life or personal safety.

As a result of all this my mission had failed miserably. As a consequence of my failings one of the novices had been sacrificed by the priests of the new religion, probably at the very moment that I was being tempted and deceived. I had secured the release of eleven of the young Goddesses, but this counted for little. What made my failings even more abominable was that the twelfth acolyte was Goddess Nemesis's own novice, the one that she had chosen and trained. This made me inconsolable with the bitter knowledge of my defeat and what that had meant for the Goddess I serve. 

I had to consider myself fortunate that I was here at all, that Goddess had not cast me out entirely and left me to languish in the realm of rejected slaves. But Goddess Nemesis is fair and just. She has given me one last chance to redeem myself and recover the situation. 

In a ceremony in her dungeon Goddess Nemesis has given me detailed instructions as to the nature of my mission. I am to find an entry into the crypt underneath this chapel, seek out a diamond that is hidden there, abort the unborn child carried by Goddess's novice and then rescue her and return her to safety. I have been given advice and warning that at some point in my mission some person will request my help and I must give it and also that there will be somebody outside the chapel who can provide assistance. I have been given the opportunity to atone for my errors by being given this mission to free Goddess Nemesis's novice. But, the stakes for me were higher now. I recognised that failure was not an option, that to return without having secured the release of Goddess Nemesis's trainee would justly provoke the full force of Her anger and retribution.

I was dressed as inconspicuously as possible -- a t-shirt, jeans and trainers, clutching a copy of the Michelin guide to France, just another cultural tourist come to immerse himself in the history and mythology of the Knights Templar like thousands before me. On my back I had a rucksack containing the tools that I needed to assist me saved from my earlier mission -- the lapis lazuli stone, the amethyst, the crystals, the tools for securing an abortion and a change of clothes for the young Goddess should I find her. I also had Goddess Nemesis's talisman on me, the red marks on my back-side, one stroke for each letter of Her name inflicted on me as punishment for the failure of my original mission and a reminder to me to heed Her words of advice and warning at all times.

I surveyed the scene with caution. My failings in the previous mission weighed heavily on my mind. Who amongst the idyllic scene in front of me could I trust, and who was an agent of the Knights Templar's order? The mother with her child feeding bread to the ducks, the two lovers strolling hand in hand around the site, the groups of students sat on the lawn chatting and laughing, the scholarly middle aged man reading the caption on the plinth of the statue. Which of these were innocent visitors and which guardians of the secret temple? Through bitter experience I knew that I had to treat all of them with suspicion.

As I approached the entrance to the stone chapel there was an old woman sat on the steps who looked up at me. She appeared frail and arthritic and could only walk with the aid of a stick and then only with difficulty.

"Young man, help an old woman into this Chapel," she asked.

Goddess Nemesis had told me not to fear somebody who asked me for aid, perhaps this was the encounter that she meant. I took hold of the old woman's arm and helped her up the steps.

"Thank you, take this for your trouble," she said and she handed me a bunch of yellow flowers. "It is St John's Wort, a herb that stimulates and revives and helps to counter madness and dark thoughts. It may be of use to you," she said with a knowing glint in her eye. 

I took the plant and thanked the old woman profusely. I was aware that the gift I had just been given would prove to be an important tool for the completion of my mission.

Inside the chapel there was a plaque explaining the history and mythology of the Knights Templar to whom this temple once, and still, belonged. I read how initiates of the order handed over their wealth and goods and how they had to take vows of poverty, piety, obedience and chastity. Chastity! What lies they had spun to create this image of themselves as noble knights and supporters of their church. The Goddesses and I knew better. We knew what was behind the facade of knightly chivalry and piety. a realm of torture, debauchery and betrayal. A place where innocent young women were held captive and abused.

Another section of this account of the history and mythology of the Knights Templar caught my eye. I read carefully. "It is believed that the knights of the Knights Templar brought back to France many relics found in the churches of Jerusalem during their occupation of that city during the crusades. They allegedly returned with relics such as fragments of the true cross, sacred swords and icons. Most famously it is said that they returned with the holy grail, the chalice that caught christ's blood as he died on the cross and this has long been a subject for speculation in history and literature. It is also claimed that the Knights Templar brought back to France a magnificent diamond, taken from the temple to Sekhmet on the banks of the Nile and then hidden in the church of Jerusalem. There is no evidence that this is the case and neither grail nor diamond have ever been found". So this must be the precious item that Goddess Nemesis ordered me to find and recover for the Goddesses.

I sat down on one of the pews and scoured the walls of the chapel for any evidence of doors or secret entrances. Then, I heard a voice with a Scottish accent, a voice that I had heard before in Goddess Nemesis's own dungeons. My heart jumped a beat. I slid down into the seat of the pew and pretended to be intently reading the guide to the chapel that I had picked up at the entrance. I risked one fleeting glance at the man's face to confirm my suspicions. He was walking alongside an elderly man and I recognised him immediately. 

He had attended Goddess Nemesis's dungeons, professing to be a slave. It was cleark that this was a betrayal and that he was a spy sent by the Knights Templar Order to infiltrate Her domain. He must surely be in league with the devotees of the Knights Tempar and to follow him must lead me to the dark secret places of the temple. But, with this came great risk. I would not be able to pass myself off as an innocent tourist if captured as he would recognise me instantly and my whole task would be undone. 

I cautiously, and at a little distance, followed them down the aisles of the chapel. They went into the chancel and then through a small wooden door at the far end of the temple. I waited a short time and surreptitiously eased open the door, peering through the narrow gap I had opened. I saw them, perhaps 20 yards ahead, as they passed through a stone door fashioned out of the walls that closed behind them. I was faced with a stark stone wall. I had found the entrance into the hidden chambers of the temple but now faced the same riddle and dilemma posed by the shrine in Constantinople. Then I saw the pentagon shaped blemish in the sheer stone wall. Was this merely a coincidence or was there some strange power at work here? Perhaps this ancient crypt had been built by the Goddesses and then captured and perverted to the uses of the new religion. I pulled out the lapis lazuli key stone that I had brought with me from my previous mission and placed it gently in the hole. The traces of the lines of a door appeared in the stone wall and I gently pushed open the door and cautiously peered out. In front of me was a winding staircase that led deep below the chapel. I could hear voice's ahead of me and followed them until I got close enough to overhear the conversation. I heard the Scottish voice.

"Father, my plan is a cunning one. The Goddess will surely send another of her slaves to try and rescue her novice, now heavy with the child of the High Priest of the Constantinople chapter. Perhaps, she will again send the one who goes by the name Nano, who brutally murdered our fellow. My proposal is to trick them, allow them to take the girl and then follow them back to this Goddess's new domain where their source of power will become exposed to us."

The old man replied, "that would be a cunning deception, my son, but the risks are too great. We must not allow anything to happen to the girl until she has given birth. She must be kept safe and protected. The birth of the child in her womb must proceed without any risk. This male child, the product of a powerful priest of our order and the novice of a Goddess will be a special one with great powers that will be of use to us. This birth must take place and I will not risk letting her out of captivity. In the meantime she must remain hidden in the depths of this temple where she is safe."

"You are right of course, my father. We must do nothing to risk losing the girl whilst she is in her current condition."

So, here the treachery of the one I know of as Slave Douglas was laid bare. I knew that through aspects of his behaviour Goddess Nemesis had suspected that he might be in league with our enemies but here the desperate truth of the matter had been exposed beyond doubt. Now, the truth and the full extent of his betrayal had been revealed. Not only was he working with the devotees of the new religion, this conversation revealed that he clearly held a position of some power and influence within their order. 

I followed the two men to a small chapel or sanctuary at the heart of the crypt. The shrine was open and entered through a gap between two stone pillars. From a distance I caught a glimpse of the glass tomb where the novice was being kept. I had seen enough to be sure that this was the place I must return to. But, my first task was to find the diamond that Goddess Nemesis had told me of, which was also crucial to the successful completion of my mission.

The crypt was not large and I hoped it would not be too difficult to orientate myself. It was not a large temple like the marble palace in Constantinople and there were no living quarters. It was a dark and hidden place for keeping the secrets of the Knights Templar. The chapel was in the centre and around it a network of corridors and chambers. I quickly searched the labyrinth of passages in the crypt for what I hoped to find, some kind of secret chamber where the relics of the new religion were stored. Then I suddenly noticed the familiar pentagon shaped flaw in the stone work. Once again the lapis lazuli key stone fitted and fine traces of lines forming the outline of a door appeared. How ironic that after many centuries the powers of the Goddesses could be used again in this ancient crypt. The stone door pushed open and I gently closed it behind me.

The sight that befell me there was astounding. A relatively small, windowless stone chamber impossible to enter without the key stone, crammed full of ancient relics from the new religion, presumably plundered from the sepulchre of Jerusalem during the crusades and taken by the Knights Templar and hidden in this dark and secret place only accessible to the highest members of their order. It did not look in particularly good order and I feared how much time I would have to spend rummaging through these treasures before I found the object that I had been summoned to find. There were numerous crosses, some simple crude wooden ones, others elaborately designed and decorated with jewels. There were numerous shields and swords, some depicting the cross of the Knights Templar, others curved scimitars with arabic writing on their blades captured from Saladin the magnificent during the sieges of Jerusalem. There were scores of Byzantine icons depicting the crucifixion or the madonna and child, all illuminated in glittering gold leaf.

Then my eyes alighted on what I was seeking. It was set in a wooden case with a glass lid and nestled in aged and faded red velvet. But the lustre and magnificence of the object that it contained was immediately apparent to me. A huge diamond, the jewel of Amon Ra, taken from the shrine to the Goddess Sekhmet to Jerusalem and then by the Knights Templar to France. I carefully lifted the glazed lid and took the diamond from its resting place. I felt the weight of the moment. This stone, a relic from the Goddesses of the ancient world was nestling in my hands. I could not help but be overawed at the power enshrined in this gem. It seemed like sacrilege to handle it with such lack of respect, but I had little choice but to put it in my jeans pocket because I knew I had to seek it out for a purpose as Goddess Nemesis had told me that I had to collect it first before attempting to rescue the trainee Goddess.

I left the chamber of the relics and traced my steps back to the chapel. It was an underground shrine with an open pillared entrance. In its centre was a glass box silver lined and mounted on a wrought iron frame. I had a brief moment to survey my surroundings. The walls of the chapel were painted with crude frescoes depicting the knights of the Knights Templar with absurdly exaggerated and large phalluses in a series of orgiastic scenes of abuse of young girls. Such was the hypocrisy of the new religion. 

The church above showed images of the virgin of the madonna and child, icons designed to portray purity and innocence to the outside world. Yet down here in the underground netherworld the true face of the new religion was laid bare for what it really was. The feminine was portrayed as one of two things, either the untouchable pure virgin or a powerless figure that surrendered their body to the carnal lusts and desires of men. These two images were used to control the feminine and suppress the role of the Goddess.

I turned away, disgusted at the crude and false images on the wall and focused my attention on the young acolyte, the 12th girl that had been taken away from the marble palace in Constantinople. As Goddess Nemesis had described, she was laid out naked and entombed in the glass case. She looked different from what I remember from my previous task and I recalled her as confused and damaged. But now, the bruises and scars from the physical abuse she had suffered had all healed. 

She radiated a serene calm and beauty. Her locks of long blonde hair were spread over her naked breasts and her hands were resting on the bump containing the unborn child of a Knights Templar master. She was full with child. It could have been a vision from a fairy tale of a golden princess waiting to be awakened by a prince who had completed a dangerous quest to find her. But, I knew differently. I knew what dark dreams must be running through her head -- dreams of the abuse she had suffered, of her enforced impregnation and the object in her womb that would unleash terror and fear in the world of the Goddesses if it was allowed to be born.

I knew that time was of the essence. Once again I was faced with a dilemma. Should I smash open the glass tomb and risk attracting guards with the noise or even risk shards of glass injuring the young girl. Was the glass itself protected by anything else, perhaps some spell created by the priests of the Knights Templar? I decided on a subtler approach. I knew that Goddess Nemesis had specifically directed me to collect the diamond first, not just for its beauty and splendour and so it could be returned to its rightful place but also because it had a practical use. I knew that the diamond, one of the hardest gems known to us, was capable of cutting through the glass -- and this was no ordinary diamond, it had been taken from a shrine to a Goddess. 

I put the diamond to the glass and, true to its reputation, the hard stone sliced through the glazed panel. I worked quickly and carefully until I was able to lift a whole side panel out of its silver frame. Then I had another tool, the gift given to me by the old woman I had helped in the Chapel. The herb, St John's Wort, probably blessed by the Goddesses for this very purpose, revives and brings to life. I took some, crushed the leaves between the fingers of my hand and held it under her nose. The pungent scent filled the air. Her breathing became deeper and then, suddenly, her eyes flickered open. She turned towards me and spoke.

"My dreams have been dark. I have visions of a powerful force wielding great power against me and my tutor. Are you one of my tormentors?"

I replied, "No, young Goddess. I am Slave Nano. I have been sent by your mistress and mentor, Goddess Nemesis to rescue you from the captivity of the Knights Templar."

I knelt down beside her, "Young Goddess, you may remember my face from the marble temple in Constantinople before you were removed here. I must offer my abject apologies to you for deserting you and leaving you in that place. In Her wisdom, the Goddess Nemesis has given me this chance to atone for my mistakes, but I must offer my deepest regret for anything you have suffered as a consequence of my failings."

"Slave Nano, if you can help me escape from this predicament, then I may find it in my heart to forgive you. But, there is no time now for statements of regret, you must work quickly. There is a terrible deed you must do -- it might sound a vile and disgusting act but it is absolutely necessary to prevent the even greater evil that I have foreseen in my dreams and visions. You have been given the tools to carry this out?"

"Yes, young Goddess, I have."

I did not envy the young woman the intrusion into her body and pain that she would suffer in order to force out the unborn child from her womb. She was heavy with a child that was due to be born in a matter of days. In normal circumstances I knew that the procedure I was about to enact should be impossible but I had been given the tools by Goddess Nemesis and had to trust that they would work. The young novice was aware of what had to be done and lied down on the floor with her legs spread.




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 02



First of all, I gave her a piece of the crystal to hold against her pregnant stomach during the procedure to give her fortitude and to heal the pain she must suffer. I had been given a speculum, which I inserted into her and widened to stretch her open as far as I dare. The final piece of equipment I had was a large suction pump, the end of which I penetrated deep into the young girl's womb. I pumped hard. The brave young girl bit her lips and gripped onto the crystal for comfort whilst trying her utmost not to scream out in pain and draw the attention of the guards to us. 

The equipment I had been given was effective and after a few minutes the foetus of the male child had been extracted, sucked up into the pump. I emptied the bloodied mess into the glass cage where the young novice had lately been lying to make it clear to our enemies that the powerful heir to their order had been destroyed. I had no qualms about my actions. I had to do what was necessary in the interests of the Goddesses and my instructions were perfectly clear, and had been confirmed by the dreams and visions of the trainee. This child must not survive as he had the potential to wreak great damage and harm. 

The girl looked pale and shaken but was conscious of the urgency of our position and was soon up and dressed in the t-shirt and skirt that I had brought for her to escape in.

"We cannot delay any longer, Slave Nano, we must escape before the guardians of the temple find out that their defences have been penetrated. There is a door in the rear of this shrine that I remember as being the shortest route back to the surface."

I nodded and followed her. We entered into a passage and then turned into another one, wending our way through the secret labyrinth of corridors. Then we entered a long chamber lined with mirrored glass. As we ran down the mirrored corridor I saw fleeting images of the pair of us fleeing. Suddenly, as we neared the end of the chamber I heard a peal of laughter. It was the old man, the head of the order here and with him was the one I know of as Slave Douglas, both now changed into their ceremonial dress. He called out, mocking me.

"Don't think that flight from here will be so easy slave of the Goddesses."

I turned around to see how close the pursuit and threat was and saw them framed in the entrance to the mirrored chamber.

"You have already been tricked by illusions once, how will you manage now? What choices will you make? Will they condemn you to captivity by us or to the retribution of your so-called Goddess?"

At first I did not understand what he meant. Then a shock of realisation struck me. The Goddess novice had disappeared from my side, miraculously sucked into the mirrored Chamber. Before me, lining the long corridor were images of Goddess Nemesis's young trainee wearing the same t-shirt and skirt that I had dressed her in. I had hesitated and been tricked again. Some foul power had sucked the novice away and turned her into an illusion. The myriad images of young women stretched out before me their arms outreached. They started to call out to me. "Take me Slave Nano", "I am the true Goddess, take me", "Don't believe her, she is an illusion, I am the true Goddess", "no, she is a liar, I am the one you must rescue." Soon there was a murmuring of imploring demands as the voices called out from behind the mirrored walls.

The high priest of the Knight's Templar's laugh echoed above the muffled cries of the figures trapped in the mirrors.

"Fooled by illusion again, slave, when will you learn? Now will you make the right choice or will you give up and submit to me or, even worse, will you face the wrath of your own mistress when you return empty handed or with an illusion created by us."

I stood still, my head spinning with the harsh taunts of the priest and the cries of the girls. I tried to remain calm. I grasped the piece of amethyst that was in my pocket to help clarify my thoughts. Only one Goddess had the crystal in her possession. The devotees of the new religion were cunning and skilful but even they could not reproduce the powers of the crystal. I stood quietly in the centre of the chamber and held out the crystal in the palm of my hand, closed my eyes and entrusted to my own instincts. 

I opened my eyes again. There, amidst the swirling images calling out to be released, there was one, with her arm outreached the other part of the crystal in her hand. The power of the two crystals was working to bring them together. The young acolyte was now pushing gently against the glass which began to yield and bend until the young Goddess was able to pass her hand with through. I grasped it and pulled her out of the mirror.

"Come quickly, we must get out of this place," I called to her urgently.

We raced to the end of the passage. Our pursuers followed us and entered into the far end of the chamber. We needed something to buy us some time. We would not be able to outrun the Knights Templar guards. I had to think of something to delay them. I took my crystal and threw it hard against the mirrored roof of the chamber and caught it again as it fell down. I waited and stared at the mirrored walls in hopeful anticipation. A crack opened up on the mirrored ceiling. It spread slowly and little by little ran down the length of the corridor and then down the sides of the chamber. And then it happened. The glass shattered into thousands of tiny shards that poured down like a deadly rain over the guards that had crossed the threshold of the mirrored chamber in pursuit. I shouted to the young acolyte.

"Run, run now, as fast as you can."

I did not wait to watch the explosions of shattered glass as the mirrored chamber imploded in on itself. In the distance as we dashed through the corridors of the crypt I could hear the shattering of glass and the shouts of panic from the guards. I recognised one passage from my earlier exploration of the crypt. At the end I could see the winding staircase I had descended earlier that would lead us up into the chapel. From the inside we simply pushed open the stone door and burst out of the next door into the chapel. A few of the tourists turned around to see what the commotion was all about but then quickly went back to their tour of the church.

The young novice and I emerged on the steps at the entrance of the temple. I had learnt from my previous mission to avoid pride and complacency and that lesson had been well learned. I knew that the task would not be completed until the young acolyte had been returned safely into Goddess Nemesis's care. I was right to be wary. The August sun still shone on the site but the feeling of the place was altogether different. The idyllic vision that I had encountered earlier had been supplanted by an overwhelming feeling of menace. I was conscious of heads turning towards us and watching us. Many of the people who just a few hours earlier had appeared to me in the guise of innocent visitors were congregating and had started to advance on us with a steely determination. Furthermore, sitting on the steps was a woman, as if she had been expecting us and was waiting for us. She stood up, turned to me and started to speak.

"It seems that you are need of some assistance Slave Nano," she said.

I replied, "how do I know that I can trust you?"

"What choice do you have? Look, the guardians of the temple are approaching and more will soon arrive from inside the chapel. You are trapped. If you do not accept my aid then the young novice will be recaptured, your mission would have failed and all your efforts would have been in vain."

Then, I remembered Goddess Nemesis's words to me. She had forewarned me that there would be help waiting for me outside the chapel. I was reassured by this knowledge. I turned to the woman and said, "yes, I accept your offer of aid."

At those words the body of the woman gradually started to change shape. I had never before witnessed anything like this miraculous transformation. Her arms changed into wings, her legs into sharp talons, her nose into a curved beak, all before my very eyes. Soon, the metamorphosis was complete and standing next to me was a magnificent giant eagle. She turned her beaked head towards me.

"I am Goddess Cihuacoatl, the winged Eagle Goddess of the Aztecs. Goddess Nemesis has sought my aid to assist the young novice's escape and ascent back into the realm of the Goddesses. Quickly, put the young Goddess on my back."

"What about me?" I asked.

Her penetrating eagle eyes fixed me with a gaze of contempt.

"There is only room for one person on my back. Goddess Nemesis sought my aid to rescue her acolyte only, she gave no instruction to return to her with a lowly slave. Besides, the thirteenth acolyte who was sacrificed by the Knights Templar order because of your failings was my own novice. My aid is for the young Goddess alone, not you. I deliver you now into the hands of the guardians of the temple. If you have the wits to escape from this then so be it, but your fate is nothing to me."

I replied, "Eagle Goddess, I cannot deny the justice and wisdom of what you say. But, before you take off, take these and return them to their rightful place."

I handed to the young novice all the tools that the Goddesses had given to me, the diamond of Amon Ra, the lapis lazuli key stone, the amethyst and the crystals. Did I detect a slight softening of her attitude towards me?

"You would surrender the only implements that might save you from your predicament?" she questioned. "Perhaps Goddess Nemesis's training of her slave has not been completely in vain. You show some selflessness and wisdom in doing so. The guards will be upon us soon. I must go now."

At these words she spread her giant wings and launched herself into the air. As she swooped up with the young novice clinging to her feathered back, she circled the chapel three times and then sped off into the distance. The guards of the temple looked on in awe and amazement, as I did, at the miraculous transformation they had witnessed and the awesome display of shape-shifting power of the Eagle Goddess. By now she was a mere speck in the distant blue sky as she sped on her way to deliver the young woman into the safe custody of Goddess Nemesis again. 

I was on my own, confronted and overpowered by a group, some from the grounds of the chapel in normal dress and others from inside the chapel in the tabards of the red cross. This was my fate. At least I could accept what torments awaited me now in the knowledge that Goddess Nemesis's novice had been returned to her. I understood that I had to be sacrificed and that my well being counted for nothing in the wider scheme of this conflict. 

I was strapped on my back to a bench, similar to Goddess's own whipping bench, my legs raised, my back-side and genitals exposed. I was surrounded by the advocates of the new religion, all naked save for the tabard of the red cross worn by the knights and the large silver crosses around the necks of the priests. Their cocks, many of them already with formidable and angry erections, were all exposed under their tabards. I was being prepared for some savage ritual punishment for the damage that I had done to their cause, both in Constantinople and here in France. I had resigned myself to my fate. The retribution of Cihuacoatl for abandoning her novice to a terrible fate was fair and just. She had surrendered me up to guards of the Knights Templar chapel with only my own feeble wits and resources to help me. I could only face whatever ordeals the priests had devised for me with fortitude, hopeful that my quest to release the young Goddess had been successful and that I had been of some use to Goddess Nemesis.

The elderly priest I had tracked into the secret crypt spoke to me. 

"This is the place where we bring the young women who refuse to co-operate with us, who resist to opening themselves up to us and letting us enter them. They are tied onto this bench, their legs spread, their womanhood exposed to us ready to be penetrated. For as long as they resist us they are brought here. After constant abuse by each of my knights in turn they soon capitulate as when aroused my disciples are merciless and will not stop relieving themselves until a girl is broken and begs to offer herself to them of her own free will if she can be released from the ordeal. 

"This is the punishment you will be subject to. If you had come over to us at an earlier time there might have been a role for you in our order, if you had rejected your Goddess and converted to us. This is no longer possible. You have decimated the Constantinople chapter of our order, you have killed a Knights Templar priest of high renown and great power, you have freed eleven of our captured novice Goddesses and now you have stolen an ancient and valuable relic, destroyed the unborn male who would have been a powerful figure in our order and released another acolyte. There can be no forgiveness for you even if you were to repent your sins. After you have been used by us then you will be ritually slaughtered, just as one of your young Goddesses was sacrificed. But, in the meantime we will use you for our amusement."

"Father, I know this slave of the Goddesses, I have encountered him before. It would give me great pleasure if you gave me the privilege of entering him first."

This was the Scottish voice again. I gathered my strength and summoned up one last venomous speech that I spat out into his face that was leaning, leering over me.

"Do not think you will escape from this betrayal unharmed. The Goddesses are all-seeing and all-knowing. Now that the full extent of your treachery has been revealed there will be no respite for you. Their retribution will be severe and uncompromising. Don't think that this order can protect you. Look how, even I have been able to penetrate your defences. The Goddesses will seek you out and punish you. There will be no escape from them."

These were the last words I spoke before I was penetrated. I felt his hard cock push into me, the wide girth of his tumescence painfully stretch my muscles until I yielded to his force and the hard penis filled my anal passage. I gasped in pain and humiliation. I could embrace and welcome this kind of treatment from my own Goddess when done as part of my training or as a punishment justly administered by Her, but to be used in this way by such a liar, whoremonger and betrayer was a humiliation I could not bare. 

His movements were long and hard entering further into me with every savage thrust. I felt that my insides would split open as the hard cock went ever deeper inside me. Then he withdrew, not completely, but just to that point where the anal muscles tighten. He came into me again with the full force and weight of his body. I let out a cry and gasped again. This action was repeated again and again, long hard thrusts right up into me as far as his erect cock would reach followed by a series of fast fucking movements.

This was not all I had to endure. Whilst my arse was being painfully penetrated another knight had moved into position in front of my face. I knew what was coming. At first I resisted, holding my lips tightly shut and trying to prevent him entering my mouth, but I could do nothing as the priest pulled my mouth open so that the disciple's cock could slide into my mouth. At first the movements were shallow and gentle, but they soon got harder and deeper until they became long thrusts. I could sense the tip of his cock against the back of my throat, I could feel myself unable to speak or cry out gagging myself on his thick hard penis. I was being penetrated from both ends forcefully and relentlessly. Then a third disciple stood over me and started masturbating himself, his cock held over my face.

But this was not all. The priest started playing with my own cock, he started trying to bring it to an erection. He leant over me, his face in a lustful leering grin. He taunted me, "I would not normally offer you release, but this is not for your pleasure but for my amusement. We have sent your Goddess Nemesis the blood of a slaughtered novice, I would find it amusing to make an example of you and send her a sample of your cum. This will demonstrate to Goddess Nemesis what we think of her sending her slaves to do her dirty work. This token will show her what we do to slaves that get caught. We extract their seed from them and offer it back to their Goddesses as an insult."

I had one cock inside me, another in my mouth, a third over my face and my own was being worked by the hands of the priest. All four activities had now crystallised into fast rhythmic movements building up to their inevitable climaxes. It was the one I know of as Slave Douglas who reached his orgasm first thrusting wildly into me with deep penetrations. His body tensed, he let out a loud moan and then emptied his seed into me. The other disciple followed soon after. He pulled his cock out slightly so that at the point of climax he filled my mouth with his hot, sticky cum. I could do nothing to stop it as I swallowed the semen and digested it. Then the third cock came all over the side of my face. I could feel the sticky mess on the side of my forehead then gradually sliding and running into my eyes and onto my nose. 

My humiliation at the hands of the Knights Templar knights was nearly complete. Finally, the priest brought about my own release. There was no pleasure in this orgasm though, I could only feel the desperate humiliation at the hands of my captors and the sense of defeat. The priest had collected my cum in a glass vial. This was to be my most bitter humiliation. This would be sent back to my own Goddess as evidence that Her slave had been taken and abused by Her enemies.

My ordeal did not end there, but there is little to be gained from describing the repeated incursions into my body enacted by the knights. They all took their turns and when their potency had recovered they came back again to inflict further abuse and humiliation on my broken body. I lost count of how many times I had been entered in both anus and mouth, of how many men had emptied their seed in me or over me. By the end of their torment I was a cum filled and cum covered mess.

Finally, after the knights themselves had exhausted themselves with their exertions, I was released from the bench, only to be chained up against the wall. The priest stood in front me. He held in front of him a magnificent sword with a rich jewel encrusted hilt.

"You will remain chained here to contemplate your fate and final demise at our hands, This was the sword of one of our founders, Hugues de Payens, it was taken from the treasuries of Jerusalem after our most famous defeat of Saladin in the first crusade along with many other relics in our possession. This is the sacrificial sword of this temple. Your death will be a long and lingering one."

He raised the sword against my neck where its razor sharp blade nicked me. Blood started dripping slowly from my neck. Then the priest taunted me with his words.

"No swift chivalric death for you, agent of the Goddesses. Your blood will slowly drain out of your body giving you an agonising death. You may last for several days until the life force is squeezed out of your body and you succumb to your final end. There are no Goddesses here to save you now. They have all deserted you. You have been deceived. They have used you and discarded you for the worthless nothing that you are. When we return to take you down you will be a rotting corpse and your life devoted to your Goddesses would have meant nothing."

At that parting remark the priest and all the other knights left me to my fate. I could feel drips of blood running slowly down my neck where it had been cut by the sword. The words of the priest had been designed to fill me with despair and at first they had done so. But once all the knights had left the dungeon in the crypt I started to reflect on them. I did not believe that the Goddesses would needlessly desert one of their slaves. The decision of the Eagle Goddess to leave me to this fate was a just one in the circumstances. But, I did not believe that Goddess Nemesis would leave me in this predicament without any hope. 




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 02



I racked my brains for any clues in the instructions she had given me. She had said that she could not come to my aid, but she had also said that if I needed help I should call on the Egyptian Goddesses. There had to be some hope in this message. Yet, how could I invoke any Goddess's aid, all of the objects that might have facilitated such a plea for help I had returned. But, Goddess had also done something else, before she sent me on this mission, she had marked me with her strap, one mark for each letter in her name. She did not describe this as a punishment but as a talisman. Was there some cause for hope in these words?

My plight was desperate. Even now I could feel myself getting light headed through just a slight loss of blood. Could I use this to my advantage? It was not dissimilar to the wonderful transcendent feeling that I have experienced from submission to Goddess, when you open yourself up and embrace pain. I knew that Shaman's from different cultures can summon the spirit world by placing themselves into a meditative sate. Perhaps I could reproduce that same transcendent experience. I blanked out every other thought. Even if I was unsuccessful at summoning a Goddess to my aid this could still give me the strength to endure the lingering path to death that awaited me. I focused on the strokes that Goddess Nemesis had given me to try and make a connection with the talisman that she had left on my body. I visualised the strap coming down on my back side. I felt and embraced the initial shock and glowing pain. I welcomed the suffering that was being inflected on me. Instinctively, I chanted out the letters of Goddess's name. N E M E S I S. I kept doing this until it turned into an incantation of submission.

Then I saw her. At first I thought this must be the last throes of delirium before my demise. But, quickly I recognised that this was no vision, this was a Goddess, who had stepped out of the Ancient world into the Knight's Templar's crypt. I saw her revealed in all her magnificence. Adorned in her ceremonial robes embroidered with shimmering golden thread, a gold pectoral in the shape of a lion hung around her neck. Her long straight obsidian black hair was decorated with beads and precious stones. She stood close before me her dark brown eyes piercing into my soul. This was Goddess Sekhmet revealed to me.

Then she leant forward and extended her tongue. She leant up to me and started to lick the trickles of blood from my body. The rough surface of her tongue on my skin felt like that of a wild and savage beast. She worked from my hands up my arm, from my stomach all the way up my chest to my neck and the source of the flow of blood with long languid strokes not stopping until every drop of blood had been taken from the body. The sensation was intoxicating. It felt like having your life blood being taken away from you and then given back. Then she released me from my chains and I fell to my knees before her.

"Pay homage to Goddess Sekhmet Kneeleth before her Supplicate yourself in tribute to Her

"O Slave, whose blood hath been offereth in sacrifice to the Goddess O Slave, whose blood appeaseth the wrath of the Goddess.  O Slave, whose offering of blood bringeth fertility to my realm Prostrate yourself in awe at the majesty of Sekhmet, Lion Goddess of the Nile"

I am almost too awe struck to respond, but managed to mutter the following words.

"Goddess Sekhmet, I prostrate myself before you and offer myself into your service."

I realised that in some way the Knight's Templar priest had made a serious error. By shedding my blood he had created a catalyst that allowed me to summon Goddess Sekhmet.

"O Slave who delivereth Goddess Sekhmet's own acolyte to me O Slave, who hath recovereth the diamond of Amon Ra stolen from my shrine Goddess Sekhmet offereth her gratitude and protection for these services unto her O Slave, returneth unto thine own Goddess for Her judgement"

Goddess Sekhmet had dismissed me. The vigilance of the guards and priests was diminished and consequently I was able to trace my tracks out of the crypt back into the chapel without any mishap. I caught a taxi back to Paris and then continued my journey back to England for my rendezvous with Goddess Nemesis. Had her novice been returned safely? I felt sure that the Eagle Goddess was who she said she was because such remarkable shape shifting powers could only have been exercised by a Goddess and I was encouraged by the fact that Goddess Sekhmet was aware the diamond from her shrine had been recovered, but until I returned and faced Goddess Nemesis I could not know for certain. I could only present myself to Her and await Her judgement on the success of my mission.



The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 03



Chronicles of Slave Nano No.3: A True Account of the Mission to rescue Goddess Rhiannon from the Roman debauchers

The dark grey sky hung over the Welsh border hills like an omen of impending doom. It was as if some cataclysmic event had disturbed the natural order of things. I knew the circumstances that had presaged the unleashing of these forces. I knew that the actions that I took would have a profound effect on what would happen.

Goddess Nemesis had briefed me on a serious threat posed to the sisterhood of Goddesses. She had told me how the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon was in dire need. The symbols of her power, her magical white mare and her three birds had been taken from her and imprisoned by the Roman forces in an underground fortress carved from the rock in a subterranean labyrinth of caves. It was the intention of the Roman invaders, under the leadership of Queerissimus, their legate in the Welsh border lands, to impregnate Rhiannon's horse with the seed of a white stallion and sire a herd of white foals that would possess the power to weaken the strength of the Goddesses. Rhiannon's powers had already been diminished by the capture of her companions and their separation from her life force. She had secretly changed herself into a brown mare to protect and watch over her mystic white steed and was also a captive. 

Goddess Nemesis had entrusted me with the mission of rescuing Goddess Rhiannon and restoring the white mare and three birds crucial to her powers. She had described the tokens and symbols that I needed to pick up on the way that would help me to enter the underground labyrinth where they were imprisoned. Goddess had warned me of the desperate need of the mission and of the dire perils that I would face. 

It was her instructions that had led me here to the border town of Ludlow, to a market stall at the foot of the castle walls that sold jewellery of Celtic design. I had been presented with a challenge. There was one piece of jewellery here that was a key that would allow me to enter the secret underground chambers and was essential to the success of my mission.

"Can I help you?" The old crone serving at the stall asked me.

"Yes," I replied, "I am looking for something very special, a daffodil broach of pure gold. Can you help me?"

She fixed me with a knowing gaze. She passed me a tray with thirteen broaches, all in a daffodil design.

I examined each of them closely.

"Perhaps you can assist me. Is there any here that you would recommend," I asked, hoping that she might have some knowledge of my mission and could offer guidance to me.

"No, there is none that I can recommend. The choice is yours and yours only. There is no advice that I can give you," she said. "Look at them closely and use your intuition. Beware. Make your decision carefully for much depends on your choice."

I knew now that the old crone must have some knowledge of my mission. I should have known that I would not get any clear direction from her.

I fingered each of the broaches, examining them carefully. I had been told that only one of the thirteen was pure gold. I sought inspiration from somewhere. I recalled one of my earlier missions when I was sent to Constantinople to the temple of the Goddesses, which had a door of pure gold that I had to pass through. I tried to remember the qualities of that door. When I reflected on this I could see that there was only one broach that captured the luminous qualities of that door and this was the one I chose, hoping that my intuition had led me to the correct choice.

The face of the old crone was inscrutable and betrayed no flicker of recognition as to whether I had chosen wisely.

I paid for the broach and thanked her. Time was passing and I needed to follow Goddess Nemesis's directions to a sacred grove of thirteen ancient trees dedicated to the Celtic Goddess Morrigan, where I would face the next challenge in my task.

The site was twenty or so miles from Ludlow nestled in the border hills. It was an ancient landscape resonating with the pagan powers of the ancient Celts. I could easily imagine how these hills had been the scene of battles between fierce Celtic tribes and the Roman invaders. 

I stood under the dark canopy of a clump of the thirteen ancient oak trees that formed this shrine to the Celtic Goddesses. I had been told to seek out a stone with runic symbols under each of the trees. This part was easy, the stones with their angular pagan symbols were easy to find nestled in the ground at the base of each of the trees. The next stage of the task was more puzzling. My challenge was to form the runes into an incantation to summon Goddess Morrigan to the site to lead me to the entrance to the subterranean chamber.

But, this was one part of my mission that I did not need to leave wholly to fate or intuition. I had prepared myself by doing some research into runic symbols and their meaning and interpretation before I set out. Even with this knowledge I was still faced with a puzzle to solve. I examined the symbols and started to sort them in my head to make out a meaningful sentence. Eventually I found a combination that created a strange but meaningful rhyme that seemed to make sense: "Not from human flesh but from flowers of the Goddess was I created."

As I had been instructed by Goddess Nemesis I lie spread-eagled on the ground facing west and chanted the message I had deciphered on the stones. I waited patiently. If I had solved the riddle of the stones then the incantation should summon Goddess Morrigan to take me to the secret entrance of the underground fortress. 

After a few minutes a hare jumped out in front of me. I realised that this must be the Goddess transformed into her animal form. The animal beckoned me to follow her where she led me to a spot in the grove. As I had expected there was a pile of clothes in Celtic fashion and a small vial of brown liquid. I quickly put on the clothes, clearly chosen for me so that I could blend into the background once I had penetrated the caves. I pulled the linen tunic over my head and then wrapped the long woollen cloak of tartan pattern around me and fastened it at the shoulder with a broach. I then picked up the flask of fluid, which Goddess Nemesis had said contained walnut juice, and hid it on my person. I knew that the fluid must be significant for my mission but I had been given no guidance as to how to use it. I would have to use my own intuition to judge its value.

Now fully robed, I followed the hare as it leapt forward using its powerful hind legs to jump outside the ancient grove of trees down the hill. She dashed off at great speed and I ran after her. I had been led to the entrance of a burrow with an entrance just about wide enough for me to squeeze through. I thanked Goddess Morrigan for her help and eased myself head first into the opening of the burrow. It was dank and musty. The burrow widened slightly but there was no room to stand up so I crawled on my hand and knees through the tunnel. It bent once to the right, and then to the left and again to the right until opening up to a chamber where I could finally stand up and move around freely. 

Facing me, and just as Goddess Nemesis had described, was a boulder. In front of the boulder were thirteen stones, with a runic symbol on each one. This was the second puzzle that I had to solve before I could pass further. I pondered on my next action carefully. I knew that my task was urgent and that lost time could prove fatal, but at the same time I knew that I must keep my focus and resolve. There was nothing to be gained from panicking. I knew from my research that runes had numerous meanings and could represent animals or colours. I decided on a new strategy. I would use the divinatory meanings and properties of the runes to map out the cycle of my task. I started to set the stones out.

Ansur – messages and new opportunities – this represented Goddess Nemesis's message and instructions to me.

Rad – a journey or quest – this represented the mission that I had been set

Thorn – contemplation before action – this represented the time taken in.mental preparation before setting off.

Tyr – initiation – this represented the start of my mission.

Ken – enlightenment and inspiration – this represented what Goddess Nemesis had provided for me to aid the completion of the task.

Hagall – strength to face a challenge – this represented what I had to find in myself to complete the mission.

Peorth – choice, taking charge – this represented the decisions I had to make upon which the mission would succeed or fail.

Sigel – good fortune – I would need some of this.

Mann – destiny – this represented the powers of Goddess Nemesis as Goddess of fate watching over me.

Ehwaz – progress – this represented the progression through the stages of my task.

Othel – focus – I would have to maintain this to succeed.

Nied – everything is as it should be – this represented the point where the goddess Rhiannon would be rescued and order restored.

Wynn – success and achievement – hopefully this represented the final success of my mission.

Once I had laid out the runic stones in this order I felt quite pleased with my work. But the boulder showed no signs of shifting. I did not despair though. My instincts told me that I was on the right track and I started swapping some of the stones around to see if this made any difference. 

Eventually, I was rewarded with success. After I had laid out one pattern I heard a scraping sound and looked up. The boulder started to move to one side. The pattern of runes had unlocked the magic that held the boulder in place. I felt triumphant. I had solved the puzzle and now had a path into the caves.

When I stepped past the boulder I entered into a proper underground fortress, its walls and floors lined with stone flags. The tunnel dipped downwards deep into the depths of the labyrinth. As Goddess Nemesis had described I soon reached a fork in the tunnel. To the left, three steps led down further into the labyrinth. To the right, three steps led to golden door. I knew that this was the direction I must take.

I approached the door and could see clearly that it was set with thirteen carvings of daffodils. I had reached a crucial point in my mission. I had already made my choice of golden broach which, when set into one of the impressions on the door, would break its spell. If I had made the wrong choice at the market stall then there could be no turning back, my mission would have failed. As well as that, there were thirteen carvings in the golden door and I had been told that I had only three chances after which the door would be permanently closed to me. The tension of the moment welled up inside me. The success or failure of my mission depended on this vital choice.

I fingered the delicate gold broach apprehensively. I was still confident that I had made the right choice and that my instincts about the quality of the gold and the intricacy of the workmanship were right. However, I had no idea which of the thirteen carvings to place it in, they all looked exactly the same. I studied the door intensely for any clue or inspiration, but none came to me. Do I trust to fate and make a random choice? I took a deep breath and gently placed the broach into one of the impressions in the golden door. Nothing happened. The tension I felt was immense. I closed my eyes, took another breath and tried another daffodil carving. Nothing happened. I was beside myself with anxiety now. I had one more choice. If I chose wrongly my mission would have failed. I closed my eyes again. I sought inspiration. I turned my attention away from the door and focused on Goddess Nemesis. She is the Goddess of fate and retribution. Her powers must surely have some influence on my destiny at this critical moment. I took another deep breath. I opened my eyes and, whilst contemplating on Goddess's power, let my hand instinctively guide the broach into one of the carvings. I hesitated and stepped back. Nothing happened. I waited for what seemed like an age, though it was probably no more than a few seconds. Nothing happened. I was distraught. I had not even penetrated the fortress. I had got nowhere near Goddess Rhiannon. 

Then, there was sound like an explosion. The golden door shattered into dust that filled the chamber with thousands of tiny golden stars. It turned the air into a golden haze through which I could see that the door had disintegrated into golden dust and the path was clear for me. In that moment I had gone from despair to joy. My mission was still alive.

I entered into the subterranean fortress. My challenge was now to find Goddess Rhiannon and her white mare. I was now in the occupied parts of the caves and I decided on a direct approach. This was where my disguise would assist me. There were numerous English and Welsh servants and a few Roman centurions going about their business in the tunnels. I waited until there were no centurions in sight and stopped one of the English servants. The quality of my woollen cloak would suggest to him that I had some authority.

"My friend," I said. "I have been ordered by Queerissimus to summon one of the stable slaves to his quarters, I don't know this part of the fortress very well, can you point me in the right direction to the stables."

The servant suspected nothing and directed me through a series of passages to the stable blocks. I approached carefully to appraise the situation. One part of the stables was open and consisted of a series of paddocks where the Roman horses were. I would easily gain access to this area if I was careful. However, there was another massive thick wooden stable door. It was secured by two huge padlocks. Not yet another door to penetrate, another obstacle that I have to pass through, I thought to myself.

I hid myself behind a stone pillar and listened intently to a conversation between two centurions who were sat in front of a roaring fire.

"The time is nearly here. The white mare is in heat. She is locked away. Queerissimus is going to use the white stallion there," he said pointing to one of the paddocks, "to impregnate her this evening. It should be good sport if you want to watch."

"Nah," the other centurion replied, "I am on guard duty soon. I'll have to miss it. Whatever's going on is a big thing though. Queerissimus talks about nothing else but getting that white mare pregnant. He says it is vital for his plans to take over the Celts land and impose his own debauched rule there, though why he would want to occupy those bleak mountains is beyond me."

"In the name of Mars yes, I know what you mean. I long to get back to Rome, a good Roman woman and some decent wine."

The second centurion got up to go.

"Are you coming with me, I'm just going to get something to eat before I go on guard duty."

I shrunk behind the pillar and watched as the two centurions left the stables.

Now I knew that I would have to think quickly. I was just in time. Clearly, Queerissimus intended to carry out his plan to impregnate Goddess Rhiannon's white mare in just a few hours time.

How would I get through the locked wooden gates and, if I did so, how would I prevent the stallion from impregnating the white mare and then escape with the two horses? As Goddess Nemesis had said, it was a perilous and dangerous undertaking. And then a wild and reckless plan came into my head. Goddess Nemesis had said that nothing was impossible. I still had the walnut juice from the sacred grove of trees and this had to be a significant tool for my use. If I were the white stallion, then I could use my training and willpower to ensure that I did not get an erection and the mare was never impregnated, which would at least get me into the locked stables and buy me some time. It was a risky and dangerous strategy. It depended on there being some wild magic in the walnut juice that I could trigger and on my own strength of will to prevent my getting an erection.

First of all I picked up some soot and smothered patches of it over the white stallion that was already in the stable and led it out into another paddock. Then, I stood in the paddock, drank a drop of the brown liquid from the vial, focused my mind on what I wanted to achieve and waited.

The sensations were most peculiar. I felt as though I was being stretched in all directions. The pain was intense, as strong as being stretched on the rack in Goddess Nemesis's dungeon. But my plan was working. I had tapped the shape shifting powers of the Goddesses to turn myself into a pure white stallion. I tried to adjust to weirdness of the experience and get used to having the physical attributes of a horse. Then, I would wait until Queerisimus came down to the stables to enact his foul plan against the Goddesses.

I did not have long to wait. I soon heard a commotion as some Romans came into the stables. 

"Now we are going to have some fun," one of the Romans called out to the others. 

This had to be the Roman legate, Queerissimus. He continued.

"This is the moment when all my plans will become to fruition. I will destroy the magic of the Goddesses that protect these people and introduce my own rule of debauchery. I will harness the power of Goddess Rhiannon's white mare to my own ends to create a reign of lust and debauchery. None of you will have to worry about having enough young virgins to fuck. When I have my way you can have your fill of them."

Then Queerissimus approached the paddock I was in.

"And this is the white stallion that is going to do the business. He's a fine figure of horse don't you think. One smell of that mare's cunt and he will be as hard as anything," he said confidently. 

One of the centurions fitted a bridle on me and led me out of the paddock. Queerissimus himself took out the keys to the padlocked stable door and opened it. I was led through. 

In the next stables there were two horses. In the centre was a beautiful pure bred white mare. She was a magnificent beast, perfectly proportioned, graceful and exuding an air of mystical calm around her. I could feel the strength of her presence immediately. This had to be Goddess Rhiannon's white mare. In the corner was a brown cob mare. This had to be Goddess Rhiannon herself transformed into the form of a horse. At the sight of me her ears pricked up and she looked across at me and snorted. Could she see through my shape shifting disguise? Did she know that her call to the sisterhood of Goddesses had been answered and that I had been sent on a mission to rescue her?

I was led up to the white mare's rump. Suddenly, I felt very worried. What kind of challenge had I set myself? I have been taught how to control lustful urges in Goddess Nemesis's dungeons, but there had been occasions, even under her strict training, when I have lapsed and succumbed to carnal desires. This was an altogether new and stranger test. The first thing that struck me was the smell. The white mare was in heat and the smell of her filled my nostrils, went through my body and started to arouse my stallion cock. I focused. I forced myself to show discipline. I snorted and shook my head to try and distract myself and shake the smell of the white mare's cunt out of my head. I had got my lustful feelings under control, but only just. I had set myself a perilous undertaking. I raised myself up on my rear legs neighing. The centurions held onto my bridle and got me under control. But, this was a battle of wills I had won. I could feel that my urges were now under control. My cock remained flaccid and soft. 

Queerissimus turned to one of his centurions.

"If this stallion hasn't the strength to get an erection, maybe he needs some help. My task is too important to be denied by an uncooperative animal. Call for Brigantia. She will give this stallion a hard-on." He turned to one of his centurions and continued. "I picked this girl from one of the Iceni tribe. I have never seen such skills with a horse. She is my servant now. She comes in useful when I put my stallions to stud."




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 03



I shook my mane and clopped my hooves angrily on the stone floor of the stables. What new challenge was this, I wonder?

A girl entered. She was dressed in the attire of a Celtic tribe. I guessed from her demeanour that she must have been a woman of some significance, perhaps even a Celtic princess. Even now that she had been reduced to a Roman servant there was an air of authority and defiance about her that suggested a noble background. She was no mere stable girl and clearly had a skill that the Romans valued. I awaited the new challenge that this girl threatened with trepidation. She came forward to stand in front of me, her pale white face stared out from a frame of long curly red hair. 

The Roman leader laughed.

"She has a nickname – the horse masturbator. Come on girl and do your work for me. I have a stallion here that can't get it up and a pure white mare that needs a good fuck. I want you to put your skills to work on him."

The girl held my muzzle gently between her palms. She carefully stroked my nose, sending a tingle of arousal all through my body. Her green eyes fixed on me. I tried to draw her gaze onto me and return it with mine. I lost my powers of speech when I changed shape but I tried to reach out to her with a pleading look. I tried to call out to her, to transfer my thoughts to her, hoping that her Celtic ancestry might provide a connection with me. I tried to transfer my thoughts to her.

The girl Brigantia called out to the waiting centurions, but the words were tossed over her shoulder, her eyes were still fixed on mine.

"For sure," she called back with a gentle lilt, "this one is a fine stallion. He will sire many foals for you. But there is an odd quality about this one. I can't quite put my finger on it. He has strange presence I've rarely seen in a horse. No beast has held my stare so long without flinching."

"Yes, but will you be able to give the animal a hard-on?" asked Queerissimus impatiently.

"Oh my, but yes. I enjoy a challenge. And you know my skill with horses. Have I ever failed you yet?"

Her gaze was still fixed on mine. I sensed a battle of wills taking place. A battle that I had to win if my plans to rescue the Goddess Rhiannon were not to fail.

She gently stroked my neck, running her long fingers through my hair. I felt the stirring of arousal in my loins. But I resisted. She continued, running her hands down my back, pressing her cheek and her red curls against my rump. Still I resisted, but I felt the yearning in my stallion cock. Then she moved back to my head, she kissed the hairs on my nose. Then stroked my ears. She put her lips to them and spoke. Quiet, gentle words in a language that I did not recognise or understand. But the words were of no matter. Whatever was being said, her gentle lilting tone whispering in my ear enchanted me. I felt the blood flowing through me, straight to my cock. Then she was stroking my neck and body again, alternating between long gentle caresses and the whispering of charmed words in my ear. I was under her spell. My resistance was no match for her skills. I felt the swelling in my stallion cock.

And this was an erection like none that I had ever felt before. The adjustment to being in a horse's body was strange enough, but these new sensations were alarming. I had the mind of a man but a cock like no other man possessed, a rampant erect cock with an enormous girth. The flesh was taut against the aroused muscle and blood like a tightened animal skin on a drum about to be played by a skilled performer. I felt an animal lust surge through me, a pure need to fuck, to impregnate and to reproduce. I strained every thought to try and control these urges. I called upon all of the training that I had received from Goddess Nemesis but my strength was no match for the skills of this horse enchantress. I was overpowered.

Goddess Rhiannon in her transformed state as a brown mare stared in horror at the sight that unfolded before her, at the sight of a huge stallion's cock ready to penetrate her magical white steed. 

My mission was going to be undone. The folly of trying to use this disguise to penetrate the guarded stables was exposed. My strategies were unravelling. Now, I was faced with a truly terrifying prospect. Not only would I have failed to prevent Rhiannon's white mare from being penetrated, but that it would be my seed, Slave Nano's seed, the come of Goddess Nemesis's own slave that would impregnate her. The horrible outcome that it would be me, in the guise of a white stallion, who would sire the foals that will overturn the power of the Goddess and bring about a reign of male dominated debauchery. Goddess Nemesis had warned me that this mission would be dangerous.

"Well done, girl, you do your job well. Take the reins centurion and lead the stallion to the white mare. Now we will see some sport."

The centurion took the reins and the spell of Brigantia was briefly broken. Finally I had a moment of opportunity. As I was led into the paddock where Rhiannon's white mare was standing in trepidation I shook my head and reared up on my hind legs. I kicked out with my forelegs and sent one of the centurions hurtling into a bale of straw. Another centurion tried to take hold of my bridle and restrain me but I was too strong for him and drew myself up to my full height, snorting and neighing excitedly as I kicked out with my feet.

"Bugger this, you idiots. Brigantia, get that horse under control," Queerissimus ordered.

She glanced at him with simmering resentment.

"For sure now, sir. It's easy to lead a horse to water, but harder to make him drink. There's no problem. If the stallion refuses to enter the mare, then there are other ways. I'm not known by the name horse masturbator for nothing you know."

She gently called words out to me in that ancient forgotten language. I could not resist. I stopped kicking out and stood still. She stroked my neck, she ran her fingers through my mane and then over my sleek white body. My cock was still in a state of raging erection. I could feel its huge length throbbing, aching for release.

She whispered in my ear in that gentle mystical language, and then in English.

"Now then, my lovely, I know what you need, just stand there and relax and I you will soon give you your release." Then she cocked her head and called to one of the centurions, "you there, pass me that metal bowl."

Brigantia's words restored calm. I was back in her spell, unable to resist. She put the bowl on the floor between my rear legs. She knelt down underneath me. I could feel the warmth of her presence under my raging loins. And then I felt it, the first the gentle touch of her fingers running down my stallion cock, arousing me further. Her touch made it fiercely hard, the skin taut over the throbbing flesh. I knew already that I would find it impossible to resist. The skilful movement of her fingers sped up. Both hands were wrapped around my enormous girth, working up and down with a rigorous force.

I felt the orgasm build up. The rhythmic movement of Brigantia's skilled hands manipulated my rampant cock to the point of no return. And then I felt the release. This was an orgasm like no other I had experienced. My mental state and comprehension of orgasm was a man's, yet the physical sensation was that of a huge stallion's cock. It throbbed with the final ecstatic release and then forced out a stream of hot come into the waiting bowl with a dramatic force. I was nodding my head and neighing excitedly. There was a pause before another spasm released a stream of white come. Brigantia continued to work at my cock until a further spasm produced more come and her skilful fingers had milked every drop of hot sticky fluid into the bowl.

I had failed. What kind of report could I take back to Goddess Nemesis now? What kind of punishment would I face for showing such mental weakness?

I was humiliated. The Roman centurions were laughing at the spectacle.

"That's my girl, "said Queerissimus. "I hope you know what to do with that disgusting mess now."

"Oh yes. I have the tools and skill to impregnate your white mare now. She is in heat, I can tell. She will sire you many pure bred white foals with this stallion's sperm."

I had stepped away from the bowl full of horse's spunk that had been forced out of me. I felt sick with despair and humiliation. I had one last desperate strategy to redress my abject failure to control my sexual urges.

"Eughh! Oh my god that's disgusting." I heard one of the centurion's call out.

"What the hell's going on? Stop that depraved animal now," shouted Queerissimus.

Brigantia looked on appalled and amazed.

"Oh my, oh my. Well, I've worked with horses all my life since I was a bairn, and I never saw the likes of that ever before."

My muzzle was deep in the bowl licking up every drop of the stallion's come that had been extracted from me. My human sensibilities found the task disgusting and the taste and texture were nauseating but it was the only option left to me to prevent the imminent impregnation of Goddess Rhiannon's mystical white mare. This sickening task might at least help me atone for my errors and buy me some more time.

His plans thwarted, Queerissimus had left the stables in a rage with his centurions and the girl, Brigantia. Finally, I was left on my own with Goddess Rhiannon and her white mare. My mission had come perilously close to disaster. I knew that I would have to face the fact that I had succumbed to the ministrations of the Celtic girl when I returned to Goddess Nemesis's dungeons. But for now I had bought myself time and an opportunity to turn things around.

My musings were broken by the sound of the stable door being unlocked. Brigantia had returned.

She approached me, her green eyes flickering with curiosity.

"What kind of beast are you?" she asked. "You are like no other horse that I have trained."

I knew this was the right moment to transform myself back into human form. I had to put my trust in Brigantia and seek her aid in my task. The position of respect and influence she held with the Romans meant she was entrusted with the keys to the stables and a means of escape. I focused my mind. The walnut juice was still in my blood and aided my transformation as my shape gradually morphed back into human form.

Brigantia stood before me astonished.

"Oh my word, I have heard of such shape shifting powers in tales passed down from my ancestors, but to witness such a thing is remarkable. What kind of powers do you have? What kind of magi are you?"

"I am nothing. What powers I have come from the Goddesses that I serve. My name is Slave Nano. You will not have heard of this word in your time, but in mine, it is the tiniest fragment of matter smaller than an atom impossible to see without a powerful microscope." I explained.

"Nano, atom, microscope. To be sure, I don't know what you are talking about. There are no such words in my language."

"That doesn't matter now", I replied. "I need your help Brigantia. The brown mare is the Goddess Rhiannon and the pure white mare is her magical steed. She has been captured by the Roman occupiers. Queerissimus plans to take away the powers of Rhiannon and all the British Goddesses by impregnating the mare with the seed of a white stallion and using the powers of the male foals born to her. I have been entrusted with the mission to rescue her from this fate."

"Oh, now I know you are making fun of me. I have heard of the Goddess Rhiannon and her powers from tales, but surely this is mythology."

The brown mare, who had been listening intently to our conversation, whinnied, snorted and stamped her feet to attract Brigantia's attention, as if to confirm the truth of what I had said.

"Listen, Brigantia. There is no time to lose. You have already witnessed the shape shifting powers given to me by the Goddesses. You have seen how angry Queerissimus was that his plan to impregnate the white mare failed. Doesn't the evidence of your own eyes tell you that I am speaking the truth," I pleaded.

Brigantia stepped over to the brown mare. She stroked the horse's neck. Her green eyes and the mare's blue eyes met. She whispered into the mare's ears in the language that had so entranced me earlier.

"Oh my, I can't believe this. This is truly a goddess stepped out of mythology from my ancestor's past." She turned to the white mare. "And this beautiful beast is really her mystical steed. I am truly honoured to be in the presence of such a magnificent horse."

"Yes, it is true Brigantia," I replied. "I need you to get us out of the stables and find a place of refuge and hiding for Rhiannon and her horse to escape from."

"Follow me. I know a place deep in the tunnels where you can hide. I don't know how you entered these chambers, but all the entrances out of the underground labyrinth are heavily guarded. Believe me, I have searched every corner. I am a prisoner here. Do you think I have not tried to escape from this place? I should not be trapped in this airless cave. I long to feel the wind on my face and the grass under my naked feet again."

"I believe I can get you out. I have been offered the aid of Goddess Bodeuwedd, who can help us escape. Come with us Brigantia. With your powers with horses I am sure you will be welcomed in the world of Goddesses."

Brigantia did not hesitate.

"Quick, let's go. Summon what spells you need to get me out of this place."

"No, I can't escape yet. I still haven't completed my mission. I need to find Queerissimus's chambers and rescue Rhiannon's three birds. They are a vital part of her life force and I cannot leave without them. Take us to your secret place. As soon as the birds are reunited with Rhiannon her powers will be restored. If the birds return before me then you must summon Goddess Blodeuwedd using the chant I can give you and escape. You should not wait for me. I am dispensable, my life is given up in service to Goddess Nemesis and fulfilling the mission she has set. All that matters is that you get Rhiannon out of here with her horse and birds. 

"You don't want to go to Queerissimus's chambers. It is a foul and debauched place. Rumour has it that he collects virgins and has his way with them. It is only because he did not want to damage my skill with horses that I was not treated in this way."

"I have no choice Brigantia. Rhiannon's magical birds are encaged there and her powers will not be fully restored until she is united with them."

Brigantia had explained how to negotiate the labyrinth of corridors in the underground chamber. As I followed the path up a winding staircase I hesitated. Up ahead I could see three swifts darting through the air over the heads of two maidens. They both had shoulder length hair, one dark, the other fair, both were freshly bathed and perfumed. They were dressed in Roman attire in light loose fitting cotton dresses that exposed the milky white flesh of their breast and thighs. It was as if they were in a trance. It was as Goddess Nemesis had described. Separated from Goddess's Rhiannon's presence her magical birds were being used to lure virgins to be debauched by Queerissimus and the Roman centurions. I followed the three birds and the two scantily clad maidens to Queerissimus's private chambers.

I watched from a safe distance as they entered an ante chamber carved out of the rock. I watched as the birds flew into the opened the door of a silver cage hanging from the roof and Queerissimus closed the door behind them.

"You have done your job well my pretties, seeking out virgins from the villages in this godforsaken backwater and luring them into my clutches. Here are two more, ripe for a good fucking. Soon there will not be a maiden in these lands that has not been fucked by me."

What I saw when I sneaked a look inside was indeed a scene of debauchery. Queerissimus and the guests in his chamber had just completed a rich feast. Flagons of wine and bones from devoured meats were strewn across the floor. The guest were reclining on couches scantily dressed in loose fitting and revealing togas. There were already three maidens in the chamber, naked save for their laurel leaf headdresses, reclining with their guests their pert breast being stroked and sucked. There were also naked young men.

Queerissimus had returned to his couch. I noticed as he moved to one side, that a rampant erection was revealed. He turned to the young man lying next to him.

"Suck my cock and make me hard so I can fuck these young virgins."

Without questioning the young man leant over and took Queerissimus's cock in his mouth sucking it with long even strokes as the two virgin girls unhitched their dresses and let them slip sensuously to the floor revealing their voluptuous bodies to Queerissimus. He motioned them forward and gestured for them to kneel before him as he lay spread-eagled on the couch. Whilst his cock was still being sucked he cupped the firm breasts of the dark haired virgin in his hand and pulled them towards his lips so that he could suck on her upright nipples. The girl moaned with pleasure. The second virgin knelt behind him and ran his hands under his toga and across his chest. All this whilst the head of the young man was bobbing up and down at his groin.

The scene was just as Goddess Nemesis had warned me I would see. Young women lured away into debauchery. Disgusted at the scene before me and knowing that I daren't linger any longer gazing at the orgy for fear of it arousing me. I turned back and focused on the ante chamber and the task at hand.

Whilst Queerissimus's was absorbed with the attentions of the virgins and the young man sucking on his cock I had an opportunity. If I was quick and careful I could release the catch of the cage and release the three birds without attracting attention. The position of the cage in the ante chamber meant that it was not in his view. I tiptoed towards the cage.

"Now, what might you be doing here now?"

It was Brigantia's voice. I could hardly believe my ears. And then I recalled a warning that Goddess Nemesis had given me to beware Welsh slaves who might betray me. Had I been tricked? Yet, I had felt so convinced that Brigantia could be trusted. My heart sank.

Brigantia had Queerissimus's full attention now.

"I think you have an intruder here. I have just come from the stables. I have discovered a trap there. I've removed the white and brown mares to a safer place so they don't get injured. And I've just watched him put a booby trap on the door of this cage."

"What's going on?" Queerisimus called out. "How was he able to penetrate my underground fortress? Are my guards so lax? Thank you, Brigantia. It is good to have some loyal and observant servants around here. I see your skills go beyond handling horses. You will be rewarded handsomely for making this discovery."

"I believe he is in league with the Goddesses, how else could he have got so far," Brigantia replied. "But now, if you would just let me take this cage. I know the kind of trap he has set. It is an old Celtic trick. But, I think I've got the skill to unset it without causing the birds any harm. I'll just take the cage away for a wee bit."

Brigantia reached up and unhooked the cage from the ceiling. I tried to catch her eye, but was unsuccessful as by now I was being held by two centurions. I could not understand what was going on. Why was Brigantia so anxious to take the cage away?

The enraged Queerissimus confronted me. He recognized me.

"I know you as a slave of Goddess Nemesis. Well, it looks as though your plans have been thwarted. Now, you can face some slow torture and imprisonment in a pit in the labyrinth."

"Now my advice to you sir," it was Brigantia again, "would be to be more clever. What I know of the Goddesses of the Celtic peoples is that they can be mighty angry and cruel. What I guess he fears most is seduction. I suggest you take a long time now with these virgins and young men to seduce him and then return him to his mistress. Believe me, she will be much crueller than any of your guards when she finds his mission has failed and he's given in to seduction. That's what he'll fear most. Now, I'll just go off now and make sure the horses are fine sir."




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 03



How right Brigantia was. This was the thing that I feared most. To have to return to Goddess Nemesis having failed to rescue Rhiannon and having given into seduction twice, once as a stallion and again at the hands of Queerissimus. Her retribution would know no limits if I had to do that.

"Yes, Brigantia, you go away and make sure the white mare is safe. I am quite taken with your suggestion about what to do with this intruder," Queerissimus replied.

Brigantia skipped off brightly with the cage containing Goddess Rhiannon's three swifts leaving me in the hands of Queerissimus. I was reeling from her betrayal of me and the cause of the Goddesses yet I still found it hard to believe that she could be such a loyal follower of the Romans.

I was dragged into Queerissimus's private chambers. 

"I think I rather like Brigantia's little plan. I know how cruel the Goddesses can be to their slaves when they fail. Yes, to send you back to your mistress with your mission a failure and having been seduced is a wicked idea." He turned to face me with a mischievous grin across his face. "Imagine what Goddess Nemesis will do to you when she finds out that you have penetrated one of my virgins. You will be punished so severely and by the person who you most desire to serve. That will be crueller than any punishment I can come up with."

I realised that this was so true. By now the centurions had stripped me and secured my arms and legs tightly to the feet of one of the couches. I was tied spread-eagled onto the couch and completely at his mercy. He beckoned to the two virgins, still in state of ecstatic erotic trance and ready to do anything for their master.

"Seduce this miserable slave," he commanded. "Arouse him. Use your beauty and feminine charms to give him a hard-on, then mount him and let him come inside of you both."

"Yes, master," the two virgins replied in unison.

The two girls leant over me. I could smell their delicate perfume. I could feel their soft hair brushing against my naked body. The dark haired virgin climbed on top of me and pressed herself against me. I could feel her naked breasts against my chest. She ran her hands gently across my torso and kissed me on the lips, thrusting her tongue wildly inside my mouth. The fair haired virgin knelt over my crutch. I felt a nipple brush against my cock. She ran her hands up my thighs and gently caressed my balls then brushed her nails against the end of my cock.

I was in grave peril. I could feel a powerful sense of arousal spread through me and the stirrings of an erection in my cock. I focused my mind and tried to resist. But, I knew it was only a matter of time before my I succumbed to the caresses of the two virgins. I had to find some way of escaping before my seduction was complete. I had to find out what Brigantia had done with Rhiannon. I saw the small vial of brown liquid on the floor next to the heap of clothes that had been ripped from my body and discarded. I had one last desperate ploy. Queerissimus's attention had been distracted by one of the centurions. I could hear him giving orders in the corner of his chamber. I think his suspicions about Brigantia's behaviour had been aroused and he was commanding a centurion to check on her and the horses.

I leant up as far as I could and whispered in the dark haired virgin's ear. The fair haired virgin leant over to listen.

"Take me, you can have me. I give my body up to you both. But, if you really want your virginity taken away with a good hard fucking then listen to me. Do you see that flask of liquid on the floor. It is a powerful aphrodisiac. I have been trained to control my lusts, but a few drops of that will give me a hard cock for several hours so that you can both have me, many times over, if you wish. Give me a drop and I promise that your virgin cunts will be taken and filled unto you are satisfied. Trust me, it is an elixir devised by my mistress for just such a purpose."

The maidens were reluctant at first, but my seductive words and the promise of being taken with such wild abandon affected them in their state of sexual arousal.

The dark haired virgin picked up the vial from the floor. There were only a few drops left from my transformation into a horse, which I had saved for just such an emergency. She held it to my lips and I drew every last drop of the walnut juice down my throat and swallowed eagerly.

Then I focused. What kind of animal would serve me best in these circumstances. I had it, a black cat. Fast, sleek and secretive, capable of hiding in the dark shadows without being seen. And with nine lives, I might need some of those. I felt the strange sensations in my body, contorting and squeezing me. If anything, the transformation was more painful this time. But it was completed quickly. My paws easily slipped out of the ropes and I was free.

The two virgins looked on amazed, their mouths were agape in wonder. I wasted no time. I jumped off the couch in one sleek movement, darted between the legs of the two virgins, sped past the centurions guarding the door and leapt down the stairs before anybody had realised what was happening. I could hear the calls of alarm from Queerissimus but by then I was at the foot of the stairs darting through the stone passages of the labyrinth as fast as my cat legs could carry me.

What had happened to Rhainnon? I had to find her. There was still a chance that I could save my mission. I still had the opportunity and power to call on Goddess Blodeuwedd to aid our escape if only I could get to Rhiannon. First, I found the stables, but they were not to be found there, the padlocked wooden door still hung open and the stable was empty. I headed as fast as I could for the secret hiding place that Brigantia had led me to.

As my feline body slinked its way into the hiding place that Brigantia had found for the horses I was ready to leap at her with my sharp claws and tear her face to shreds for her betrayal. I was taken aback by the sight before me. She was with Goddess Rhiannon, still in the guise of the brown mare, the white mare and the three birds. She was preparing to summon the assistance of Goddess Blodeuwedd for their escape from the subterranean chambers.

In my transformed state I didn't know how to make a cat's eyes look angry, but I made my very best effort. Brigantia must have recognised me in the new shape I had taken as she spoke directly to me.

"You took your time, didn't you? We were just about to leave without you. Now, don't look at me like that. You said yourself that the most important thing was to get the Goddess out of here. I just thought I would keep Queerissimus occupied to get us a bit more time."

I meowed and spat at her. But, now her plan was revealed to me I couldn't argue with the truth of what she said. I could not complain about my own life being jeopardised provided the mission was successful. And I had to admit to being quietly pleased that my judgement in trusting Brigantia had been rewarded.

"Alright, now let's get us all out of here," exclaimed Brigantia.

She called out the enchantment from the runes that I had used to summon Goddess Morrigan earlier that day, "Not from human flesh but from flowers of the Godesses was I created."

Then we heard the sound of the Roman steps on the stone flags. Queerissimus had sought out our hiding place and arrived with his centurions. About twenty of them burst into the chamber, their short swords held out in front of them ready to confront us. We were trapped with nowhere to escape to. I flew at one of the centurions faces with my claws out and scratched at his face. He screamed out in pain, his sword fell rattling to the ground. I would take out as many as I could but it was a hopeless cause. A woman, two horses and a cat outnumbered and unarmed against twenty Roman centurions.

That was when we heard the terrifying screech. A huge owl appeared from nowhere and swept through the chamber its talons outstretched. It headed straight for Queerissimus, tearing at his face with sharp vengeful claws. The other centurions scattered in shock and fear. It was Goddess Blodeuwedd, summoned from Welsh mythology in her guise as an owl come to our aid. 

With Queerissimus cut down, the remaining centurions were too terrified at the sight of an angry Goddess revealed to regroup or provide any resistance. We all followed in the wake of the giant owl's path and were lifted up by the force of her magic and power through the stone and earth of the underground fortress to the safety of Welsh hills. 

Dawn was breaking over the Berkshire Downs.

"Keep up Slave Nano, and stop complaining. You've had a dead mouse for breakfast, what more do you want?" Brigantia called back to me.

We must have looked a strange party as we strolled through the dawn mist. Leading the way was Brigantia, bare footed, her red hair billowing in the early morning breeze. Behind her was Goddess Rhiannon on her white mare. She was now revealed in all her glory and magnificence, her powers fully restored. She wore a golden cloak that even in the weak morning light illuminated her fair skin and flowing blonde hair. She was riding her mystical white mare now free and restored to her full health and power. Her three birds dipped and swooped around her head. Behind them all was a black cat, Slave Nano, still in animal shape. The walnut juice, the means by which I might have been able to convert myself back into human form, was all used up.

Our destination was before us, the white horse of Uffington on the Berkshire Downs. It was clearly visible. A huge white horse cut into the chalk of the downs, almost abstract and modern in its design, but renowned as an ancient symbol of pagan power. The union with this place would restore all of Goddess Rhiannon's powers, bring order and harmony back to natural world and mark the victory of the Goddesses over the Roman debauchers. 

Goddess Rhiannon dismounted at the site. She picked me up and held me closely to her chest stroking me gently. She spoke quietly to me.

"I am sorry Slave Nano, much as I would like to reward you for your service and the aid you have given me, I am afraid it is not in my power. You will have to return to Goddess Nemesis in the form of a cat and plea for her to release you from the spell. It is only her judgement on the outcome of your mission and how you have acquitted yourself that can change you back into a man again."

"Oh, I don't know. I think he makes quite a good cat," was Brigantia's final parting remark before I set off for Leeds back to Goddess Nemesis's domain to report back on my mission.



The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 04



The Chronicles of Slave Nano No.4: The First and Failed Mission to Rescue Goddess Eostra's Magical Talismans

By Slave Nano

Inspired by Goddess Nemesis

"Now, Slave Nano, I will offer you some sustenance before you depart on your mission."

Goddess Nemesis's words had brought me back to earth. I knew that the time had come that I would have to serve Her again in a time of dire need for the Goddesses. It was as if I was emerging from an enchantment; the Goddess's words were like an mystical mist that had engulfed me and left me entranced for an age. I was spread out on her rack, my ankles secured to spreader bars, my wrists cuffed and locked onto the side of the rack, my body wrapped tightly in a cold iron chain. Clamps were still secured to my nipples and tight clamps gripped my balls. The waves of pain mingled with Goddess' mesmerising words and washed through me transporting me into the magical place that she described. I lay there in silence, my head spinning, trying to piece together the complex web of directions and talismans that Goddess had weaved in my mind. The gentle touch of her gloved hand on my upper arm as her words wove their magic only served to lure me deeper and deeper into another world. Sensuous beyond any mere physical sexual desire that gentle touch entwined with Goddess's alluring voice and magical words transported me into another place; into one of the Goddess's magical realms.

And now I was punch drunk with the visions that swirled in my head – cuckoo clocks, golden primroses, swans and golden shells, emerald chandeliers and a mystical forest with a fairy tale castle swam around in my head.

"Slave Nano, this will help you on your journey. It is a feast fitting for the mission that I have set you."

Whilst emerging from my dream like state I was conscious of Goddess sat next to me breaking a sausage and dropping pieces into a bowl that contained her golden waters. She held a piece of sausage imbued with her waters and held it over my open expectant mouth. I bit a piece off, its surface moist with goddess's golden wine and slowly chewed on the sausage meat, drawing in the sustenance that was offered me. I knew that this would provide me with fortitude for the ordeals that awaited me. I knew also that, being soaked in the waters from Goddess's own body, this would provide me with spiritual guidance as well. I took in every bite, every sip, slowly and purposefully knowing that it was part of Goddess's purpose for me and that it was critical to the success of the mission. I sucked the warm waters from her pvc gloved hand and drank every last drop of her golden wine from the bowl.

Goddess spoke to me again, "You must not fail. You understand the importance of your mission. The Goddesses have called on me, as the Goddess of fate and retribution, and I have offered you as my slave to provide them with assistance."

"I understand the importance of this mission, Goddess," I whispered.

"You must restore Goddess Eostra's talismans to her – her nine white swans, her nine magical hares and her nine virgin hand maidens. This will restore part of her power. I don't think you will be able to re-capture her magical mirror this time, but any information you can find will help you in any future mission to recover it."

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I had travelled to the pretty medieval town of Hoxter near the River Weser, deep in the heavily forested Harz Mountains of Germany. My directions from Goddess Nemesis were to find the shop of the Jewish clockmaker, Hanz Springstein, an old fashioned clock maker specialising in cuckoo clocks. The village was picturesque with its brightly painted wooden buildings lining a delightfully cobbled street. It was a chocolate box scene. Yet, there was something unsettling about the atmosphere there. The main village street was empty and windswept, the paint on the buildings, which should have been bright and cheerful, was cracked and worn. As I walked purposefully up the street in search of the clockmakers shop I sensed lace curtains being drawn aside and suspicious eyes peering at this stranger. It was clear to me that the usurpers in the castle, whose fairy tale turrets I could see in the distance towering over the heavy woods, had spread their influence over the whole area.

I found the only clockmakers in the village and entered; the cow bell above the shop's door rang. I cast my eyes around the shop, which was jammed full of beautifully crafted cuckoo clocks. The shop was a testament to the art and skills of centuries of clock making. The noise of countless minutes permeated the air. Hanz Springstein, the old clockmaker came in from his workshop, his sharp eyes, framed by a mane of thick white hair, stared at me appraisingly over his round metal rimmed spectacles. 

"You have a marvellous array of time pieces here," I commented fixing his eyes knowingly. 

"Are you looking for anything in particular," he asked.

I replied, "I wonder if you have a clock with carvings of primroses and eggs, it is a present for Easter to give to the special lady in my life."

"All of the clocks here have been lovingly made by my own hands, I find it hard to single one out. I can see you have very discerning tastes. I think I have just the thing for you."

He climbed onto a footstool and reached up precariously to remove a particular clock from the wall. It was a marvellous piece of craftsmanship. The cuckoo was almost life-like as if its beady eyes were really staring at you. On one side of the clock there was a primrose etched with gold leaf onto the pine wood and on the other side a golden egg. 

"I will take this one," I said eagerly, "handing over some bank notes for him. I can see that the craftsmanship is magnificent. The detail in your carving is very skilled."

"That's an excellent choice young man," he replied. "But remember, all clocks made in the Weser Valley bear the tiny gold symbol of an egg, some where among their rich carvings, a few emulate, but can never replicate."

I took heed of the clockmakers words and then commented that the village seemed quiet today.

"Yes, it has been like that since the Baron von Hellzencoq took over the castle," the old man whispered. "People are afraid to go out and trade is miserable in the village. The Baron's spies are everywhere and there is no young maiden will venture out at night, and even during the day unaccompanied, for fear of being taken by the Baron's agents. There are rumours of unspeakable atrocities and debauchery that take place in the castle."

"Yes, I have heard these rumours also," I commented, without offering any clue as to where I had got my information from.

"These are hard days for us now that the Goddess Eostra has been usurped. Without her protection I fear for us all. "

"Don't worry, old man, they are many strange forces at work, perhaps times will get better."

"I certainly hope so. I trust you'll get great pleasure and use out of your cuckoo clock," he called as I left his shop.

"Oh, I'm sure I will," I called back before closing the door behind me.

When I set off on the next stage of my mission early the next day it was still dark though dawn was starting to break over the forest. I followed the path heading out of the village of Polle and glanced anxiously at the time on my cuckoo clock as I knew that I had to be at the fork in the road by 6.30. 

The clock was large and heavy, fashioned out of the local pine wood, and sumptuously decorated in dark green and red paint. I held it in under my arm. It seemed strange to have to carry this heavy clock with me, but I knew that I had to have it with me all the time as it contained the tools that I would need to complete Goddess Nemesis's mission. Whilst in my room in the forlorn hostelry that I stayed in that night I had examined the clock carefully. In the roof of the cuckoo's house I found a tiny gold key. In the base of the clock were carved nine primrose flowers, the sacred flowers of the Goddess Eoastra. In a wood nest inside I found three precious stones the size and shape of a swallow's egg; one in jade, one in malachite and one in emerald. I knew that these were paramount in my mission to rescue the nine acolytes. There was also an egg shaped piece of mirror, a fragment of magic mirror that would aid me. I was reassured to find them all there and that the clockmaker had sold me the clock that Goddess Nemesis had described to me.

The tales that the old clockmaker had told confirmed what Goddess had described to me. This was once an enchanted forest protected by the powers of Goddess Eostra. I tried to imagine it as Goddess had described it with delightful bubbling brooks, lush undergrowth, brightly coloured wildflowers and full of woodland animals. In the darkness of the pre-dawn light it had a forbidding and evil atmosphere. As I ventured cautiously along the path I sensed that I was being watched. I was fearful that the Baron's spies were abroad and that he might have had some fore-warning that the Goddesses were attempting to recover the stolen talismans of Goddess Eostra. I could see sharp pin pricks of light shining through the dense forest, the eyes of some unspeakable foul beasts that the Baron and Empress had filled the woods with to protect their ill-gotten lands and invoke fear into the hearts of the villagers.

As the sun rose and the sky became infused in dusky pink the bright eyes receded into the darkness again. The dawn crept up sending fingers of light through the trees. It was twenty-five minutes past six when I arrived at a fork in the road. I had arrived just in time. I sat on the trunk of fallen tree, its wood putrid and rotten, a living symbol of the Baron's detested reign over the lands, to wait the last five minutes. In the distance, looming above the canopy of the forest I could see the fairy tale turrets of the Goddess Eostra's castle. At the stroke of half past six I noticed a furry brown head and ears poke out from the tangled undergrowth and disappear just as suddenly. It must be the hare that Goddess said would take me to a secret entrance into the castle. The head appeared again and this time glanced cautiously around before emerging from the foliage and leaping across the path to join me.

"Quickly, follow me," the hare whispered nervously looking around. "We mustn't stay in the open for too long. The Baron's spies are everywhere. If you are seen with me it might betray the purpose of your mission."

I followed the hare through the dense undergrowth of tangled thorns and weeds.

"Oh dear, this used to be such a beautiful and wondrous forest. There should be a carpet of golden daffodils here by now but there are only thistles and weeds and the brooks have all dried up. Your arrival is timely. The Goddess Nemesis is generous in offering the aid of one of her slaves. You can see what is happening to the forest without the Goddess's protection"

I nodded my head, "yes I can see now first hand the plight of Goddess Eostra's lands. I have been given my mission and directions. I can see how desperate the situation is."

"And time is of the essence. You will know that the 20th March is the date of the spring equinox when Baron von Hellzencoq plans to impregnate Goddess Eostra's nine hand maidens. You must not waste any time."

We fought through the tangle of thorns and thistles until we came to an ivy- covered wall hidden in the midst of the forest. The hare used his nose to push some of the ivy to one side to reveal a tiny door, nine inches high. At its base some mushrooms were growing.

"There is very little magic left in the forest now," said the hare, "but the Goddess has just enough power to protect this secret entrance to her castle and the magic mushrooms. You know what you must do, but you must keep hold of the cuckoo clock at all times to carry through into the secret passage."

I knelt down, the cuckoo clock tucked securely under one arm, and picked one mushroom. I noticed that around the mushroom there was clump of buttercups. I was mindful of the guidance that Goddess Nemesis had given me and plucked one single flower and put it carefully in my pocket. I took the piece of mushroom and popped part of it into my mouth and put the rest in my pocket believing that it could have a use for my mission. It was a peculiar taste and sensation as my body shrunk in size and the clock with me. I was stood in front of a tiny green door with a brass knocker in the shape of a primrose. There was no keyhole but there were three holes in the door. I opened up the back of the cuckoo clock which was now tiny and pulled out the three green gem stones, slotting the jade, malachite and emerald into spaces that fitted.

The hare's red eyes looked up in terror and his ears twitched. We could hear the rustling in the undergrowth several hundred yards away and then the barking of a dog and in the further distance the gruff voices of men shouting.

"Quickly," whispered the hare. "You mustn't waste any more time. Go into the passageway now. I will lead the dogs away from you. You mustn't be seen and the secret door mustn't be discovered, it's one of the few places where the Goddess has any power now. Don't worry about me, I can run swiftly. For all our sakes, don't fail in your mission."

"Good bye and good luck hare," I said, "thank you for help. I'll try not to let you down."

I passed through the door into an underground passage. The air was dank with moist soil. I heard the hare bounding off into the undergrowth and soon after a dog sniffing on the other side of the ivy covered door before barking and running off in pursuit of the poor hare. I hope he will be safe I thought. I could do no more than take his advice and enter the secret passageway into the castle.

I must only have been eight inches tall and the cuckoo clock no more than the size of fingernail. But, it was most peculiar, as the tunnel widened out so I grew in size at the same time. I walked briskly down along the musty corridor until at the end I had returned to my normal size. It was still only seven o'clock. The beautifully painted and life like cuckoo popped out of its wooden house. 

"Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo," the clock piped.

Shit, I thought, what am I going to do? Hopefully, I was still too far away from any of the inhabitants of the castle to be overheard but as I got closer into the castle the clock could give me away. And yet, I knew it was crucial to my mission and had been told to keep it with me at all times. This was a dilemma I would have to try and resolve as I penetrated further into the castle.

I had to seek out Goddess Eostra's worship suite and the adjoining dressing room to find the chamber of cuckoo clocks that Goddess had directed me to. I had been told that this was in the west tower overlooking the lake, with its high arched windows now blacked out. I set off around the passageways of the castle, with no guidance but my own instinct, expecting that the room was probably in one of the castle's many turrets. I proceeded with great care ensuring that corridors were clear before stepping out into them. It was imperative that I was not caught and I was conscious of how conspicuous I would be if I was seen with the cuckoo clock under my arm. I tried to work my way systematically up each tower looking for the chamber of cuckoo clocks continually hiding around corners or in alcoves. At 8 o'clock I dived into an empty chamber with tapestries and wrapped the clock in material praying that it would deaden the sound of the cuckoo enough not to draw attention to me. A few minutes before 9 o'clock I found another empty room this time containing a display of dyed swan feathers. Clearly I was in a part of the castle that had not yet been desecrated by the Baron. Once again I trusted to fate that the cuckoo clock would not betray my mission.

The castle was a labyrinth of towers, passages and chambers many of which Baron von Hellzencoq and Empress Dykenspeil had not yet taken up. I had now entered the parts of the castle that were occupied and busier so I had to proceed even more carefully. I noticed that the walls had been etched with graffiti – crude drawings of penises or naked women. The whole atmosphere of the castle had suddenly become filthy and strewn with debris and broken furnishings. 

At one point I ducked behind some tapestries that were torn or deliberately slashed to avoid an approaching servant of the Baron only to find that I had mistakenly slipped into a large hall. At the far end was a throne, with a canopy of carved wood fashioned in the shape of swan's head, which was now showing signs of neglect. The material decorating the pillars, which once must have been bright and colourful, were now decayed and torn. The room must have been very important at one time, perhaps Goddess Eostra's own throne room. A long wooden table ran up to the throne at the far end. 

Two figures leant over the table pouring over some plans that had been spread across it. One was dressed entirely in a figure hugging leather suit, a hood over her head with a black feather out the top. The she-male was a commanding figure made taller by her black leather stiletto ankle boots. She wore a massive metal studded leather strap-on around her waist that protruded up in front of her. The sex of the figure was hard to determine, but I could only assume that this was the she-male, Empress Dykenspeil. The second figure was a ruddy and portly male with a mane of ginger hair and a huge handle bar moustache. He was dressed in a black cloak over a jerkin decorated with the image of an erect penis. This must be Baron von Hellzencoq. The presence of these two figures dominated the room. 

But there was a whole cavalcade of human flesh in this hall. There were some naked girls chained onto the pillars and gagged. There were other girls with collars and leashes sat or lying on the floor treated like trained dogs at the heels of their master and mistress. Yet more naked girls were either side of Baron von Hellzencoq continually stroking his body. I could see his erection wanting to burst out of his breeches.

"Later, my dears, I will fuck you later. You can see that I'm busy now."

Empress Dykenspeil pulled the hair of one of the girls making her yelp with pain.

"If you want something to do, get on your knees and suck my dildo."

The girl dutifully obeyed and took the metal studded monstrous false cock into her mouth and sucked as the two continued their conversation.

"Look here, we can demolish the village and turn it into an arcade of sex shops and brothels. We can take all of the girls in the village and put them into prostitution," the Baron said pointing to the roll of plans on the table.

"Darling, my favourite is the arse fuck ride. Just imagine all those perverts with false vibrating cocks up their arses being transported around on a roller coaster. I think that idea is just delightful."

This was Empress Dykenspeil speaking. It was clear that they were discussing the plans to turn the castle and its surrounding lands into a sex theme park. The danger to the Goddess Eostra was clear. If her lands were in the hands of these two for much longer the damage caused by this debauched couple would be irreparable. The Goddess needed aid now desperately to rescue her magical kingdom whilst it could still be saved for her.

I looked at the cuckoo clock. It was approaching 10 o'clock now and I had to get away from my hiding place before the cuckoo clock piped up again. I withdrew from behind the tapestry back into the maze of passages. I felt I must be close but it still took me nearly another hour winding my way up a spiral staircase into one of the many turreted towers and then wandering down passages until I sensed that I was near. 

I entered what must have been goddess Eostra's worship suite but like so much of the castle it had been defiled. The pale green marble walls had been painted scarlet, her golden throne had been replaced by an iron gothic throne. All the beautiful gold hangings and green marble statues were gone and in their place black velvet and ebony statues of figures in lewd poses. The goddess's sacred gold altar where she performed her rites to herald the return of spring and fertility had been covered in sliver. It was here that the transsexual Baron and his bi-sexual wife now performed rites of a very different form at all hours of the day and night. All around were mirrors, some two way, all distorting, all reflecting. 




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 04



I heard ticking from the adjoining room, which must be the goddess's dressing room. Not just one tick, but the metronomic mesmerising tick of hundreds of clocks. I entered into this room and there it was, the chamber of cuckoo clocks. Hundreds of pendulums and cords swayed in time. The ticking was relentless and would drive you mad if you were locked in this room for long. But the collection of clocks was magnificent. There were three hundred, all of them beautifully carved, decorated with all manner of painted carvings; little children in traditional German dress, delicate flowers, woodland creatures, little wooden framed houses. Goddess Nemesis had explained to me that Baron von Hellzencoq and Empress Dykenspeil were avid collectors of cuckoo clocks and that the perverted pair are aroused by the constant chiming and crowing of these machines and that they were symbolic of the couple's habit of making cuckolds of hapless husbands.

Then, as I stood in awe in front of the array of clocks it was 11 o'clock. The noise was deafening. Three hundred clocks all going off at the same time, three hundred doors opening, three hundred little cuckoos popping out and a deafening cacophony of peeps and whistles – cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo. My own cuckoo clock joined in with this orchestra of cuckoo chimes.

Once the cuckoos had finished I recovered my composure and concentrated on the task at hand. The Baron had turned Goddess Eostra's white swans into wooden cuckoos and trapped them in the clocks. My task was to find the nine swans that had been transformed. But where would I start? There were three hundred clocks in the room and no hint of which could they could be. I had to trust to my instincts. I had noticed that one of the cuckoo clocks had the same golden primrose and golden egg motif etched onto it as the clock I had bought from the Jewish clockmaker. Perhaps these clocks had also been made by him as a gift for Goddess Eostra. I remembered where this clock was and cast my eye around the room for the same symbols. I found them again on another clock. I had worked out my strategy. I must check each clock for the golden primrose and golden egg motif that symbolised Goddess Eostra's power. If there were nine in the room then this surely must represent her nine swans.

It took me ages to work through all of the clocks. By the time I had finished it was mid-day and again the cuckoos set off to mark the passing of the hour. I worked quickly. I had twelve strokes of the clock to use the tiny golden key to unlock the nine cuckoos from the extending rods in the nine clocks I had chosen as they poked their heads out of their little doors. I wanted to get them all in one attempt and not have to wait another hour when it was only 1 o'clock and I had even less time to capture the cuckoos. I was successful. I could only trust to fate that I had made the right choices and carefully opened up the back of my own cuckoo clock to keep them safe until I could return them back to Goddess Eostra to be turned back into swans. 

I now faced the next stage of my mission. I left the chamber of the cuckoo clocks through a different door as I knew that I now had to seek out the iron gate and the next series of trials. The passage way opened into another chamber, which I entered cautiously. It appeared to be empty but whilst I was half way across the black and white tiled floor I saw that the spring green drapes that hung all the way down from the ceiling were pulled back. Nine naked women emerged slowly and sensuously from behind the drapes. Their long blonde hair spread seductively over their naked breasts offering a hint of naked flesh and glimpse of bare nipple. They converged to form a barrier of soft seduction and temptation in front of me. Were these the nine hand maidens? Or were these the set of clones or virgin temptresses that Goddess Nemesis had warned me about. I believed they must be the latter as I knew that the Goddess Eostra's hand maidens were in another part of the castle beyond another set of barriers.

One of the naked women stepped forward from the group and approached me.

"We are nine young virgins taken from the surrounding villages and trained in the arts of seduction." 

She pursed her rose red lips and flicked her blonde hair away to reveal the curved line of her ample and sensuous breasts and the blonde pubic hair that framed her delectable little sweetie. This was the trial of temptation that I had been warned of. In some ways this test did not concern me. This is what my years of training under the strict but fair hand of Goddess Nemesis had trained me for. I have faced similar temptations in the past and I knew that to fail at this hurdle and to surrender to the seduction of these beautiful maidens would disgrace me. This was why I had been chosen for this important task, because Goddess Nemesis must have faith in my strength of will to resist such obvious temptation. I summoned up all of my training and experience and all my strength of will. I will admit to it not being easy, as the nine girls surrounded me and started to stroke me and fondle my crotch seductively, but I knew I had the ability to resist them. I took control of my feelings and could sense that there was no hardening of my cock underneath by breeches.

"You can try and seduce me all that you like, but I will not be deflected from my purpose," I announced to them. "I have been trained not to succumb to base sexual urges and your attempts to arouse me will not succeed."

I saw the feeling of deflation in the nine girls as they could see that my resistance was stubborn. I used this opportunity to brush past them and stride on to the end of the chamber. My only concern was that whether the nine virgins would make a report of the presence of a strange man with a cuckoo clock in their chamber. This only increased the urgency of my mission.

At the bottom of a stone flight of steps leading up the central keep there was an iron-gate. This was the first of the barriers I had to penetrate before to find the stable of Goddess Eostra's nine magic hares. I pressed the centre bolt of the bottom hinge and the door opened silently into a dazzling passageway totally mirror lined, lit by small floor lights, which seemed to be descending steeply and getting narrow. All the mirrors of the walls were made of random shaped pieces of mirror, like a jigsaw, some overlapping and some standing out in 3-D. 

As I had been warned, it was deeply disorientating. There was no other way out as the iron door had closed behind me and even that was mirrored. I tried not to panic as I had have been trained by Goddess Nemesis to be intuitive and to withstand mental torture. Looking carefully I could see some pieces of mirror outlined with a thicker green coloured edge that made up letters. I used the egg shaped fragment of mirror to reflect them. The letters spelt 'Ostara' and above the 'O' was a small egg shaped gap. I placed the piece of mirror into it and immediately a blinding light beamed out from it showing me the way down he mirrored maze passage. I followed the light. I knew that I had only nine seconds to reach the end of the mirrored max before the lights would go out and I would be plunged into total darkness.

As went round the bend I faced the third and probably the most dangerous barrier. In front of me was the silver grate. Beneath it was a pit containing the silver haired wolves – the wolves that Baron von Hellzencoq uses to sniff out and hunt virgins. I had been warned that the wolves can smell lust and it will rouse them up. I had also been warned not to look into the eyes of the wolves as they would mesmerise me, bidding me to open the grid sothat I would fall into their preying jaws. 

I looked up and there above the silver grate was one of Goddess Eostra's handmaidens. This must have been the one that Goddess Nemesis had described who had defied Baron von Hellzencoq's demands and was being punished. Her wrists and ankles were tied with ropes and she was suspended from metal rings in the roof above the silver grate. Her sex was exposed for all to see. No doubt she had been penetrated and abused by Baron von Hellzencoq's servants. Her cunt was hanging over the silver grate where her female scent could be sniffed by the prowling wolves underneath. 

I pulled out a pen knife from my pocket and supported the girl's limp body as I cut the rope. Her golden tresses of hair fell sensuously onto my face. I concentrated. I knew that I must not get aroused. This was one of Goddess Eostra's handmaidens and to show any sexual feelings towards her would disgrace me and my mistress and jeopardise the whole mission. Also, I knew that the silver haired wolves prowling menacingly in the cage underneath us would be roused by the scent of any lust. I gently lowered the girl down so that she was steady on her feet. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. 

"At last, a brave knight to rescue me. I can give you a nice reward. The Baron has had his way with me and broken me. I'm no virgin and what I need is a good fuck. Come get your hard cock out and ram it inside me and fuck me on the silver grate in full view of the wolves."

I smiled. I knew my role. I was not going to fall to that temptation so easily. But my complacency was soon shattered though. The wolves could sense lust but even though I could control mine, the maiden had no control over hers. She was aroused and the wolves could feel it. They started snarling and jumping up at the silver grate above them and then they began to howl. 

"Come on, fuck me on the silver grate. I want your cock inside me. The wolves will not be satisfied until their lust has been satisfied. Fuck me and let our love juices drip into the cage below. That's the only thing that will silence the wolves; my wet cunt and your hot spunk. They won't be silenced until they can lick me out and lick the cum off the end of your cock. Better still, look into their eyes as you wank over them and they eat up every last drop of your spunk."

I knew that the maiden was putting me in grave peril and tempting me to even greater dangers. The maiden had pulled me down onto the silver grate and the wolves were jumping up at it their sharp teeth snarling. I pulled myself up onto my knees and held the girls face in my hands.

"Listen to me," I called urgently, "we are in grave danger as long as we stay here. Remember you are still a handmaiden of the Goddess Eostra. If either of us look into the eyes of the wolves we'll never escape from this place and their howls will alert the guards of the Baron."

"I'm no maiden any more. I want to look into the eyes of the wolves. I want their rough tongues to lick my cunt out and make me cum. I will stay here and surrender myself to wolves' lust."

My mission had taken a perilous twist. I knew that I could not leave her here, it was imperative that I rescue all of Goddess Eostra's acolytes. But, the young girl was delirious with lust for me. The cuckoo clock had fallen onto the silver grate. I could only trust that one of Goddess Eostra's talismans could make her recognise her true self and see sense. I opened the back of the clock again and pulled out the fragment of the magic mirror. I grasped her face firmly and made her look into it before she caught the gaze of one of the wolves.

"Do you see who you truly are now?" I demanded.

It seemed to have worked, she nodded and the fires of passion in her seemed to subside.

"Whatever you do, don't look into the wolves' eyes."

I took hold of her hand and we passed over the silver grate and I was relieved to leave the snarling and howling wolves behind us. I had successfully negotiated the last of the three barriers. As we came out of the corridor we entered a golden walled corridor at the base of one of the towers with a wide sweeping staircase running up from it. The floor of the chamber was covered in a sea of white rabbits. These must be the rabbits that were a product of Baron von Hellzencoq's programme of forced breeding. Amongst them were Goddess Eostra's nine magical hares which had been transformed into breeding machines. Once again the fragment of magic mirror came to my rescue. The mirror reflected the truth. 

I grabbed each rabbit by the ears and held it up against the fragment of mirror. A rabbit was reflected back into it. I tried about twelve rabbits before finally the long brown face and long ears of a hare reflected back in the mirror. I put all the rabbits that had been turned into hares to one side for the girl to look after. As with the swans, when they were restored into Goddess Eostra's possession she would be able to turn them back into their true form. It took a long time to complete the task. At one point the cuckoo clock piped out – cuckoo, cuckoo. Two o'clock. Luckily this chamber was deep in the base of a tower and the clock did not alert anybody.

Now we had to proceed up the sweeping staircase, its wooden banisters decorated with carvings of hares. It was not easy. Goddess Eostra's handmaiden scooped up as many of the rabbits as she could carry and I took the rest with my cuckoo clock still under my other arm. It would not be easy if we were spotted and we needed to move at pace but there was no choice but to take the rabbits with us.

I looked up. The staircase seemed to wind on forever, reaching high up into the tallest turret of the castle. I had been told that this was an illusion; that I would think that there were 900 steps but I must count up to exactly 90. This was the one part of my mission that I had been looking forward to. This was the gallery of with oil paintings of the Goddesses lining the stone walls all the way up to the top of the tower. I counted the steps carefully at first. But, I could not help but glance at the magnificent portraits. The eyes in the paintings followed me, soft singing voiced were lulling me into contemplation and stupefying my senses. Perfumed incense was burning in golden holders up the staircase. There was Goddess Rhiannon, whose white horse I had rescued; Goddess Quan Ging who had I helped escape from a cell in another fortress in another strange country. It was mesmerising to see such power and beauty gathered together all in one place. I carried on counting....forty one, forty two, forty three. 

And then I saw it. The portrait of Goddess Nemesis herself, from the waist up sat on a throne in a magnificent, ornate, gilded frame. At the bottom was a brass plate that read: 'Goddess Nemesis: Goddess of Fate and Retribution'. Fittingly, she was dressed in her purple and black pagan dress, her ebony hair streaked with purple, a glittering jewel on the black choker around her neck. In one hand she held a wheel – the wheel of fortune. Her look was harsh and her piercing blue eyes looked out at me in admonishment. But, I couldn't help but be captivated. My mind started to drift of to all those wonderful encounters in her magnificent domain, kneeling before her, serving her. I did not realise what peril I was in. This was far more dangerous for me than the naked virgins. I had been trained to resist those but these wonderful paintings, and especially this one of Goddess Nemesis herself. My head told me that she could not help me that I should not be distracted by them, but my heart wanted to gaze at her image and worship her.

"Let's linger here for a while, we've still plenty of time," I whispered.

Fortunately the girl realised what was happening to me. She shoved me in the arm, nearly letting her armful of rabbits fall to the ground in the process.

"You can't stay here. You're in great danger. If you tarry you will get lost in servitude. I know how powerful these portraits are – they are magical and are here for protection. The Baron and his men never use this stairway."

I was able to pull myself from the brink. If the girl had not been there I think I would have stayed forever and got lost in the staircase of mesmerising portraits until I withered to nothing. 

"How many steps had you counted to," the maiden asked urgently.

"Oh, I'm not sure. Was it forty-one or forty two?" My mind was still partly back in Goddess Nemesis's dungeon.

"Concentrate. You must get it right. We aren't allowed to retrace our steps. And if you get it wrong we will be condemned to walk the 900 stairs."

I took a deep breath and brought my mind back into focus.

"The next step is the 44th," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm positive."

I had learnt my lesson and concentrated solely on counting out the steps without allowing myself to be distracted by the portraits.

At the 90th step we stopped and faced a stone wall. I noticed that the wall had markings in it similar to the secret wooden door and realised that the three green gem stones – the jade, malachite and emerald must make an entrance into the emerald chamber. I put the rabbits down, opened the cuckoo clock and put the stones into position. A green glow marked the outline of a doorway. I slowly pushed the stone and we entered.

This was the emerald chamber, the room where Goddess Eostra would normally celebrate her spring equinox ceremony. It was dominated by the glittering emerald chandelier that hung from the ceiling. The sunlight from the arched windows reflected off the gems and shed a shimmering green hue across the chamber. It must have been a delightful room when Goddess Eostra had her full powers and was conducting her ceremony. The room was decorated with frescoes painted onto the plastered walls. On one side a giant hare was painted leaping over a full moon and a carpet of yellow primroses whilst on the other side was a white swan pulling a golden shell with a crowned female figure, which I could only presume was Goddess Eostra herself. But the room had been desecrated. The paint on the frescoes was starting to peel in places and there were white stains on them and on the thick piled green rug on the stone floor. I looked more closely. Dried spunk, I thought, how disgusting. The stench was unbearable. It was clear that the chamber had been used as an open toilet and the Baron and his servants had pissed against the wall. I was saddened to see such desecration. 

We needed to go in search of Goddess Eostra's remaining eight handmaidens. There was an exit out of the emerald chamber. I opened the door cautiously and we entered another pillared hall. Chained against the pillars were the golden haired maidens, nine on one side, eight on the other and one empty pillar. These must surely be the handmaidens of Goddess Eostra along with the clones that Baron von Hellzencoq had created. In the centre was a large round table and set on it was a flagon of wine and two pewter goblets. Goddess had told me to use my intuition. I just had a strange feeling about the need to anticipate risk and ward against it. Instinctively I opened the stopper on the flagon and crumbled a piece of mushroom I had kept into it.

I was just in time. I could hear voices approaching from the far end of the hall. I scooped up the rabbits and the cuckoo clock, grasped the maiden's hand and pulled her to hide behind one of the tapestries. From where I had positioned myself I could peek into the hall without being seen myself. I gestured to the maiden to keep quiet.

It was Baron von Hellzencoq and Empress Dykenspeil. Two of their servants were behind them carrying a full length mirror set in a frame and stand of pure gold. Was this the magic mirror of time? Another servant led a naked girl who was being led by an iron chain around her neck and her wrists bound behind her back with iron cuffs.

"This serving girl was found leaving out food and milk for a hare, an agent of the deposed so-called Goddess Eostra. Our spies discovered her talking to a hare. I believe she is still in contact with our enemy."




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 04



It was Empress Dykenspeil's husky voice. 

"Then she must be punished. Tell me girl, are you in league with Eostra? Do you still consort with her agents?"

The girl flicked her fiery red hair and spoke defiantly.

"Yes, I am. I'm proud to support the Goddess. The time when your filthy and debauched reign comes to an end can't come too soon for me."

Then she spat in the Baron's face.

At first the Baron looked shocked and angry but then he laughed at her.

"This is a feisty one. Perhaps she needs to be taught a lesson before her final punishment," he said with sadistic grin.

"Give her to me. Let me torture her. Let me take her with my thickest strap on."

This was Empress Dykenspeil, who was salivating at the thought of having her to play with. 

"Very well, my dear, she's all yours."

The two servants pushed her face down over the table so that her plump back-side was sticking in the air. Empress Dykenspeil adjusted her huge metal studded strap-on and thrust it into the girl's back passage. She screamed in agony with the size of it stretching her and the metal studs digging into her insides. I was witnessing such debauchery, but there was nothing that I could do to stop it without jeopardising my own mission. Dykenspeil fucked her relentlessly taking sadistic pleasure in the force of her movements and the pain she was causing. The ordeal continued for what seemed like an age until the poor girl was left panting with the exertion of being pumped by metal studded leather, but she still had the courage to call out.

"The Goddess will return, it has been foreseen."

The Baron laughed, "I've had enough. You are boring me now. My little she-male partner has had her fun, now you will suffer the ultimate punishment for conspiring against me."

The servants placed the mirror behind her and then the Baron uttered the following incantation nine times.

'Die Gottin ist gros'

I had never seen anything like it before. The girl was sucked up and left suspended in the air her hair stood on its end splayed up around her head as if a strong wind was pulling her. She floated in the air momentarily and then her body contorted, she let out an ear piercing scream and was sucked into the mirror. It was a horrifying spectacle to behold. I knew what this meant. It had been described to me by Goddess Nemesis. She had been pulled into the 'Never Never' land of lost slaves forever. My eyes well up with tears in sorrow for her. That was indeed the ultimate and most cruel punishment.

"Return the mirror to its secure place," the Baron ordered his servants and it was taken away.

My mind had been fixated on the scene before me, but now a horrifying thought struck me. It was approaching three o'clock. We were trapped. We could not emerge from our hiding place without being discovered but as soon as the cuckoo clock struck three we would be exposed. It seemed ironic that the clock, which had helped me so much, would now betray us. The big hand was inching towards the '12' and there was little I could do. I tried to wrap the clock in my shirt to muffle the sound but it was a forlorn hope. Then it happened – cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo the clock chirped.

Within seconds the tapestries were drawn back, the maiden and I were grabbed by the leather gauntlets of the Baron's servants and nine rabbits and a cuckoo clock tumbled onto the stone floor. I had been discovered.

Baron von Hellzencoq turned his attentions first to the girl.

"Still wilful and disobedient after being made to service my needs and then punished. What am I to do with you girl?"

"No Baron, it was not like that sir. I was tricked by this servant here. He must be an agent of the Goddesses. He carries powerful talismans with him. It is you I really serve, master. Here, let me prove it to you."

At this the naked girl got onto her knees in front of the Baron. She gently caressed his thighs and rubbed her fingers across his crotch before unbuttoning his breeches. She pulled them down to the floor around his ankles. By now the Baron was fully aroused, expectant at being pleasured by his little slave girl who he had converted to his perverted ways. She ran her tongue seductively around the tip of his hard cock before taking it all in her mouth and sucked pulling her soft lips back and forth across the hard flesh. The Baron moaned in pleasure and groaned for his impending orgasm.

Empress Dykespiel looked cross with him.

"You perverted fool. You think of nothing but your pleasure. We've got two spies who have broken into our castle and you waste time with a blow job. I want to do some torturing. Let me inflict some pain on them. Give them to me and I will make them talk."

The Baron, who was gasping for breath as his orgasm built up.

"Calm down my dear. I will deal with the girl. You can have the other one," he gasped.

He had reached the point of no return now. He let out a loud groan, his eyes bulged, his ruddy face got redder and then he came in the girl's mouth leaving drops of white sticky cum on her upper lip, which she greedily licked up. He recovered his breath.

"Of course you must be punished, my girl, but I think I can find a place for a willing sex slave."

"You fool, you will be too soft on her. I can see it. All you want is more girls to pleasure you," complained the Empress.

"No, I promise you I will treat her cruelly first so she knows who her master is. You must admit the suspension bondage above the wolves was a nice little punishment."

The Baron went to fetch a collection of paddles and whips from another corner of the Hall.

"Bend over the table, my girl and take your punishment."

"Yes master," she replied.

She followed the instruction obediently and leant over the table offering up her pert rosy back-side to the Baron.

"That's a good girl," said the Baron as he played with his ginger moustache and flexed his muscles.

He started with paddle, fifty strokes each one harder. I have to admit the Eostra's handmaiden took her punishment well. She did not flinch at all or scream out in pain. She expelled small gasps of breath after each stroke but took the beating. I was afraid that now she had gone back over to the side of the Baron and that she really was willing to act as his slave to save herself. Next the Baron took the cane. The maiden struggled more with this but she still took her punishment bravely. The strokes were hard. The Baron was true to his word that he would treat her cruelly, he did not hold back. The girl fidgeted more and gasped loudly at each stroke now but she still stayed in position and took it. By the end of fifty strokes with the cane her bottom was bruised and red. There were thick weal marks all over her and she was bleeding where the cane had broken the skin.

"Now, another twenty with my gauntlet."

I could see that this was a cruel punishment. The Baron removed his gauntlet and on its back were metal studs along the lengths of the fingers. He slapped her hard and the metal studs dug into her sore back-side. The poor girl really did scream out now but she still made no attempt to wriggle away and kept her bloodied arse stuck high in the air to make an inviting target for the Baron.

The Baron looked across at the Empress.

"Satisfied, my dear?" he asked.

"No bad for a wimp I suppose," she muttered. "Now, it's my turn."

She looked at me, her eyes peering out from behind her leather hood with malice.

Goddess Nemesis had warned me what might happen if I got caught, had trained me to accept pain and torture in the cause of the Goddesses. I sensed this would be a severe trial. I had one escape route. I could only hope that the torturing made them build up a thirst and that I could last out until they finally took a drink from the flagon of wine where I had laid my trap. I braced myself for the ordeal that would follow. 

The guards had stripped me naked and strung me up by chains from the wooden rafters of the hall. My wrists were chained together over my head and my ankles fitted with leg-spreaders. I was completely at her mercy. The guards left the hall after I had been secured and I was left in the hands of the debauched Baron von Hellzencoq and Empress Dykenspeil.

The Empress stood in front of me. She was an androgynous figure covered entirely in black leather with just holes in her hood for her eyes and mouth to breath out of. On the head of her hood were black feathers. And then there was the huge metal studded strap-on still wet from the juices of the poor abused servant girl.

The Baron had settled down into a large carved wooden chair to watch the entertainment, the girl subdued and kneeling at his feet fondling his cock and balls and every so often licking the cum that still oozed from his penis. 

The leather gloved fingers ran down across my body, gripped my nipples and squeezed tightly. They ran down my chest and stomach and then took hold of my balls firmly and squeezed until I moaned and my body jerked in the chains.

"This is only the start. By the time I've finished you will scream in agony, I promise you. Are you a spy of the Goddess Eostra?."

I didn't know how to respond. I decided not to betray or reveal any of the details of my mission. And I was hardly in any position to taunt them for having penetrated so far into their castle now I had been captured. I could only pray that an opportunity for that would come later. 

I just muttered under my breath, "I will tell you nothing you foul debauched usurpers."

"Oh listen to him. So defiant now, but how long will he last in the hands of Empress Dykenspeil before he squeals for mercy."

She had her instruments of play and torture lined up on the table. She put her face close to mine so that I could feel the heat of her breath on my face and then she taunted me. She dangled a pair of fierce nipple clamps with jagged metal teeth in front of my eyes. She opened them wide and held one set over a nipple and then released it. I gasped and my body jerked with the pain. The chains suspending me from the rafters rattled as my body thrashed around. Then I took a deep breath and composed myself. Goddess had prepared me for this was the thought I clung onto as the other clamp closed tightly on my nipple. This time I could prepare myself for the pain level.

"Oh, so he thinks he's brave and he can take it does he? Tell me, who was it that sent you. Not another one of the feeble Goddesses?" She taunted.

I looked her firmly in the eye.

"I will not tell you," I said defiantly.

She picked up some more of the clawed clamps. This time she knelt in front of me and started to attach them, two on my balls and another right on the end of my cock. The metal teeth dug deeply into me and once again I couldn't stop my body from flailing around on the end of the chain.

"He didn't like that very much, did he?" 

She picked up some chains from the table and secured them to the clamps on my balls and then picked up a heavy metal ring which she attached to them. She held the ring in her hand supporting the weight. She looked up at me that glint in her eye and with a malevolent grin. 

"Are you ready? That's a heavy weight attached to those clamps; perhaps it will rip your balls off when I let go? Shall we see?"

Empress Dykenspeil was really enjoying this.

She let the iron ring go. I gasped as the full weight of the metal pulled on my balls and the sharp teeth of the clamps dug even deeper into me. The Empress laughed at me.

She gestured for the Baron's help. By now the maiden and the spectacle he had been eagerly watching had aroused him to another erection. The girl knelt obediently at the foot of his throne.

"You hoist him up, let's see him dangling as I torture him."

The Baron pulled the end of the chain threaded through the rafters of the roof and lifted me off the ground so that my spread-eagled legs were dangling in the air and the weight of my body and the weight on the cock pulled the sockets of my arms. The Baron held me into position, his fat red cheeks puffing with the exertion. Empress Dykenspeil reached up at my flailing body and squeezed the nipple clamps tight and laughed at my discomfort. Then, she kicked the iron ring with her stiletto ankle boots and made it swing and cut deeper into my balls. If she had her way she would have left me dangling like this and played with me for longer but the Baron could not hold the weight of the chain for any longer. She was clearly cross with him at spoiling her fun and looked at him with disdain.

With my feet firmly anchored on the ground again the Empress got close up to me so that her leather suit was touching my skin. She held my head with one gloved hand and forced it to look down as she fondled her giant strap-on with the other hand tantalising me with the pain and humiliation that was about to follow. She rubbed her leather glove up and down the huge shaft of the false cock.

"Look at this. Have you ever seen such a massive strap-on. If you don't confess, if you don't tell us who sent you, then this is going to go deep inside you, right up to the hilt."

I tried to put a brave face on. "I don't care, do what you will with me, I won't confess to anything."

She let out a loud, sinister laugh. She moved behind me. Her hands reached from behind me and gripped the clamps on both my nipples and squeezed tight. My body jerked against her leather clad body in pain. She reached down and pressed the clamps on my balls. I took deep breaths and bit my lip. I focused. Goddess has trained me for his. I have learnt to endure pain for her. I have the strength to cope with this.

Her hands were drawn away to my back-side and her fingers explored my arse hole, seeking the right spot for her to thrust her strap-on inside me. I braced myself for the pain as I felt the enormous false cock pressing against me. I gasped as it hit the tight spot and then felt it push deep inside me. She showed no mercy, pushing the full length in and then pushing in and out with hard long thrusts. The enormity filled me to an extent that I had never experienced before and the metal studs rubbed against my inside agonisingly. She kept this up for what seemed like an age, relishing in the pain that she was able to inflict. Whilst she was doing this the Baron picked up one of his whips and started to strike my balls, hitting the clamps hard.

After the Empress had withdrawn from me I knew I had to do something to wrest the initiative away from them. 

I gasped and panted. "Please, let me have a drink. Let me have something to drink and then perhaps I will tell you something."

The Empress laughed disdainfully. I wanted to plant the idea of having a drink into her head.

"So, he wants a drink does he? Then he might tell us something. Yes, torturing is thirsty work. I think I could do with a little drink myself."

My heart beat faster. The Baron removed the stopper on the flagon. He poured out two goblets of wine and handed one to the Empress. She held it under my nose, taunting me.

"So, you would like a little drink would you. Smell this delicious wine."

The Baron and Empress held their cups up in salute.

"Here's to a victory over Eostra and many happy debauched days in this castle," announced the Baron.

And then they drank. They both greedily poured down the whole goblet of wine down their throats. I waited expectantly. Thank Goddess I had the foresight to leave this little booby trap for them.

At first I could see a strange expression on their faces as the mushroom started to take effect. Then, to their shock and amazement, they started to shrink. I chuckled to myself. Their arrogance had been justly punished. That would serve them right for toasting a victory. 

I called out to Goddess Eostra's hand maiden who was also astonished at this sight and told her to release me. I will never know for sure if this turn of events had not occurred whether she would have remained a slave girl of the Baron. But, having seen the magic that I had been able to wield on behalf of the Goddesses she quickly turned to my aid again by releasing me from my chains.

In the meantime, the rabbits, which had been scattered over the floor during my torture had jumped on top of the Baron and the Empress to stop them from escaping or hiding. I quickly got dressed again, picked up the cuckoo clock and went over to the two miniature usurpers now pinned against the stone floor by two fluffy white rabbits. In a corner of the hall there was an empty bird cage. I knew exactly what to do with the Baron and the Empress. I picked them both up. They were a bizarre couple. The Baron, a rotund ruddy figure with a massive ginger handle-bar moustache and the Empress was even stranger. I held her up by her tiny leather suit. She was a miniature fetish toy, still dressed all in leather with a mini strap-on. Now, I could get my own back on them. I laughed at their plight.

"So, the Goddesses will have their revenge. I think Goddess Eostra will be greatly amused when she hears this tale."

I carried them both over to the bird cage and locked them in. The tiny figures were furious, shaking the bars of the cage and shouting obscenities at me.

I still had another task to perform. I had to sort out Goddess Eostra's real handmaidens from the clones created by the Baron. I knew exactly how I would carry out this task as Goddess Nemesis had hinted at what tool I should do for this. The maidens were all still chained to the pillars of the hall. I went to each one in turn and held the buttercup under their chin.

"Are you truly an acolyte and supporter of the Goddess Eostra?"

They all said yes at first, but when their chins glowed yellow with the reflection of the buttercup I knew that these were telling the truth. These were the girls that I released, eight of them along with the maiden I had found suspended above the wolves.

I intended to use the secret passage through which I had entered the castle. I had no idea how long the magic in the mushrooms would last or how long it would be before one of the Baron's servants found them so speed was still imperative. We were a strange bunch. Each of the handmaidens held a rabbit under her arm whilst I carried the cuckoo clock under my arm. Luckily, we did not encounter any danger as we wound our way back past the portraits of the Goddesses to the secret passage. I distributed pieces of the mushroom to all of the maidens so that we could all get through the narrow tunnel.

After we emerged from the ivy covered door we all grew back to our full size. The hare was waiting for us.

"You got away from the dogs then?" I asked.

"Yes", he replied. "Follow me and I will lead you to Goddess Eostra. She will have a joyous spring equinox celebration now."

Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo.

Eight o'clock. My torment in the pillared hall and the escape from the castle had taken a long time. It was now turning dark and the spring moon was starting to rise in the sky. I was feeling very satisfied with myself, which I should have realised is always a dangerous thing. Goddess Nemesis had taught me to avoid pride and always be on my guard. 

In the distance I could hear a blood curdling howl. Then another one started up from another part of the forest. It could only mean one thing – the Baron had released his silver wolves. 

"We must get away from here and reach the Goddess before nightfall. This is an evil place at night, especially if the Baron's wolves are on the loose," said the hare.

The brown hare leaped off at speed and we all dashed after him. I could hear a rustling in the undergrowth not far away and another spine tingling howl from behind us. 

"Follow the hare. Run as fast as you can," I called out to the still naked maidens. 

I let the girls run on ahead, whilst I went at the back to see how far the wolf pack was behind us.




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 04



The hare called back, "we must get to a place where the Goddess's magic can protect us."

The most important thing was for Goddess Eostra's talismans to be restored to her. I caught up with the last girl, quickly removed the fragment of the mirror and the green gems, and thrust the cuckoo clock in her hand.

"You must take this and deliver it," I said.

She nodded and dashed ahead to catch up with the others. Then I turned and faced the pursuing wolves. All I could do was buy the maidens and the hare some time. The silver wolves faced me, their lips drawn back to reveal their razor sharp teeth snarling in anger. The light of the moon made their silver coats glitter in the night air. I had no idea what I would do; I only knew that I had to delay the wolves long enough for the others to get to a safe place. 

There were five wolves. The leader of the pack approached me suspiciously growling intently, the saliva dribbling from his teeth. I had the fragment of the magic mirror in my hand. The wolf was stalking me slowly, waiting for the right moment to pounce. We circled one another, me also choosing my moment carefully. We were only a few feet from one another. I saw the wolf's muscles tense and his silver fur rise. It had to be now. I raised my arm and propelled the fragment of mirror at the wolf. It struck him right between the eyes and he collapsed, struck dead with one fatal blow. I held up the three green stones. The other wolves, seeing their leader struck down, were now hesitant and fearful. I approached the dead wolf and pulled the blood stained mirror from his skull. The other wolves had started to back away into the forest, fearful of the powerful magic that I could wield.

I myself backed away and went deeper into the forest and then turned away and started to follow the trail of broken undergrowth left by the others. I only had a few hundred more yards before I broke through into a glade. My intervention had been just enough to ensure that the handmaidens had escaped into the protection of their mistress. 

The luminous orb of the moon lit up a scene of joy and celebration. It reflected in a pond in the centre of the glade, which I later learned was a pool of Goddess Eostra's tears in sorrow at the loss and desecration of her kingdom. But now it was being filled with tears of happiness. She was hugging each of her handmaidens in turn. Her life force had already turned the rabbits back into hares and the cuckoos into swans which were now floating majestically on the pool.

Goddess Eostra herself turned towards me. She was an image of natural pagan beauty. She wore a magnificent green silk cloak decorated with hare, primrose and egg motifs and underneath it a canary yellow dress. Her lock of blonde curls was crowned with a circle of daffodils. She approached me and gave me a hug. I breathed in the invigorating fresh smell of spring that surrounded her.

"Thank you Slave Nano. You are a true devotee of the Goddesses. I will send report back to Goddess Nemesis on how you have acquitted yourself for me. But, as you can see, I am overjoyed to have my magical talismans restored to me. Now, I have the power to celebrate the spring equinox and restore the magic of my forest."



The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 05



The Chronicles of Slave Nano No.5: The Second Mission to Rescue Goddess Eostra's Magical Talismans

By Slave Nano. 

Inspired by Goddess Nemesis

I had a distinct feeling of déjà vu. Here I was again waiting by the bench on the forest path outside of the village of Polle in view of Castle Everstein, Goddess Eostra's castle, which had been usurped by the debauched Baron von Hellzencoq and his wife, the Empress Dykenspiel. 

I was weighed down with despondency. My earlier attempt to restore Goddess Eostra's talismans to her had ended in abject failure and had fell at the first hurdle, the first critical choice I had to make. How stupid I had been. I had made the fateful and erroneous decision to follow the instructions of a brown hare and not wait for the white hares that Goddess Nemesis had described to me. From that moment my mission was doomed. I had followed a false trail into an illusory world that looked like the one that Goddess had described but which was no more than a mirror image. I had followed false paths lured into a sense that I was fulfilling a successful quest when all the time I was in a world of illusions. All the tests and twists of that adventure counted for nothing; they were merely Baron von Hellzencoq toying with me. The handmaidens I had rescued were illusions, the image of Goddess Eostra I had delivered them to was false. 

Yet, I had no excuse. Goddess's instructions had been perfectly clear, that a white hare was Goddess's Eostra's symbol had been made perfectly clear to me in her directions, that I had been warned that I was in a magical fairy tale world where illusions and false images could deceive me had been spelt out for me. I had nowhere to hide, no excuse for my lack of focus. How could I have been so stupid as to confuse a brown and white hare, how could I have shown such lack of perception as to not know instinctively that the magical symbol of the Goddess of Easter would not be a snow white hare? Perhaps the magician Hammah's powers had extended as far as Goddess Nemesis's dungeons and a spell had been cast over me. Or, perhaps, I had to face the fact that it was my own weakness and lack of concentration that led to this critical failure.

The consequences were dire. Goddess Eostra's talismans and her nine handmaidens were still held in captivity and her realm was still being perverted and distorted by the evil Baron and the Empress. The innocent clockmaker who had sold me the cuckoo clock had been captured, tarred and feathered and hung from a wooden cage from the highest tower of the castle. Even worse was that my failures had damaged Goddess Nemesis's standing in the world of the Goddesses. She had offered me, a supposed loyal and reliable servant to carry out this task and I had failed her. The trust the Goddess had in me to complete her tasks for Her had been fatally damaged and the empty world of forgotten slaves beckoned me if I failed again.

The damage I had done was so great that I could not even be trusted to complete the mission on my own. Goddess Freya had offered one of her servants to assist me in the task. My confidence in my ability to complete missions for Goddess had been shattered. Yet, she had been gracious enough to offer her slave another chance to redeem himself and the assistance of another servant of the Goddesses. And this was why I was here, waiting at the appointed time to be joined by the slave of Goddess Freya. I reflected on what form this assistance might take; would it be a human slave or a familiar, an animal or talisman that would help me.

My reflections were soon to be answered. I saw a figure in the distance striding purposefully down the forest path. I had dressed myself in the attire of the local villagers of this part of Germany so that I did not attract attention. The servant of Goddess Freya looked as though he had stepped straight out of an heroic Anglo-Saxon poem. His bare biceps bulged, massive and oiled. His leather jerkin was tied tight around his firm and toned abdomen muscles. On his head was a gold helmet its nose piece fashioned into the shape of a raven, his long blonde hair fanned across his shoulders and down his back. In his left hand he wielded a massive two headed axe and in a scabbard across his back was a huge sword, its pommel, in gold like his helmet, was moulded into the shape of a raven's face. 

Goddess Freya had sent a hero to assist me; a bronzed blonde muscular figure straight out of Norse mythology. We must have looked strange companions to the outside world; this towering youthful figure full of strength and vigour and a bearded middle-aged man.

"You must be Slave Nano," his voice boomed at me.

"Yes, that's right, nice to meet you," I said holding out my hand in a gesture of friendship.

He looked down at me disdainfully and rejected my offer of greeting.

"My name is Hrothgar. I am the servant of Goddess Freya. I can see why she has summoned me to help in this task to aid Goddess Eostra. I understand why the original mission failed so miserably seeing now what a puny specimen of a slave had been sent."

"Well, that's not fair," I replied, "I have shown qualities that my Goddess has found useful in the service of the Goddesses."

Hrothgar snorted in disgust and disbelief. My self-confidence had been seriously dented by my abject failure in the earlier mission and I knew that Goddess had warned me against false pride, but I felt duty bound both to defend Goddess Nemesis's honour in her selection of servant and also my own.

"I would have you know that I have rescued Goddess acolytes from the temple in Constantinople."

"Well, that is a mere trifle, I overwhelmed Thor himself and captured his blue cats and delivered them to Goddess Freya to pull her golden chariot."

"And I rescued the impregnated acolyte from the Knight's Templar church in France."

"Yes, you fool but only for her to end up in a brothel in Manchester, where I should remind you she still is. Besides, I have torn asunder the head off the sea monster Frondel with my bare hands and presented it to Goddess Freya on a sliver platter."

"Well, I rescued Goddess Quan Gin from her prison in the nine towered fortress in China where she was unjustly held captive by her father."

"That is a mere trifle. I single-handedly slaughtered a regiment of fifty Knights Templar knights who had penetrated Goddess Freya's hall."

"And I rescued Goddess Rhiannon's magical white horse and white birds from the Roman labyrinth."

"That is nothing. I smote the chariot of Goddess Freya's arch enemy, Loki, and shattered it into tiny shards that transformed into stars in the sky, symbols of the war-like strength of Goddess Freya for all to admire."

I had to admit that was pretty impressive. 

Fortunately, at that point, our attention was drawn to movement and a rustling sound in the trees. In and amongst the trunks and undergrowth there were dozens of white hares, daring, leaping and beckoning us to follow them. It was just as Goddess Nemesis had described in her account. I put aside my petty squabble with Hrothgar and focused. I could not afford to fall into the trap of being lured into a mirror image world another time or the mission would fail miserably again, Goddess Eostra's lands would remain poisoned and I would inevitably face the nether world of rejected slaves.

"What is the meaning of this?" asked Hrothgar.

"This is our way into the grounds of Castle Everstein," I replied. "Only one of these is Goddess Eostra's talisman who will show us the correct way. The others are all illusions except for one, which is a honey trap hare, planted by the wicked Empress Dykenspeil to lure us into temptation."

I was overwhelmed with doubt and indecision. I was painfully aware that it was at this point that I had made my fatal error before. I had already fallen for a reflection of the real world put there to distort and play with my senses. I could not afford to make the same mistake again.

Hrothgar had already grasped one of the hares by the skin on its neck with his huge hands and was dangling it front of his face threatening the poor creature with his axe

"Lead us to the secret entrance to the castle or you end up in a stew with your friends."

I was horrified.

"No, you can't do that. One of these hares is Goddess Eostra's servant. If we choose the wrong one we will be doomed to wander these forests forever in fairy tale land, a prey to dark perversions, lost and alone, at the mercy of Baron Hellzencoq and his lustful band of warriors."

Reluctantly, Hrothgar put the hare back onto the ground.

I could see that the solution to the puzzle rested with me. I racked my brains for a clue and found it in the words of Goddess Nemesis, "you must use your knowledge of the festival Eostra represents to help you judge which you are to follow." Easter and its symbols were clearly the clue. I had kept the talismans that I had collected from the clock from my earlier mission; the buttercup, the three precious stones, the size and shape of a swallow's egg, one in jade, one in malachite and one in emerald and also the small egg shaped piece of mirror. I had not failed because I had chosen the wrong clock from the clockmaker; I had failed by following the wrong hare. This meant that these symbols must still retain their potency.

I knelt on the path and put the piece of egg-shaped mirror on the floor. The sun's rays reflected from it and sent dazzling shafts of light into the air. Most of the hares ignored it, but there was one in particular that was attracted to it and hopped towards the smooth piece of glass. It's snow white coat dazzled in the rays of light reflecting from the glass. I knelt down and looked into the hare's eyes. Despite the damage done to my confidence by the failure of my first attempt to rescue Goddess Eostra's talismans I knew that I still had to trust to my intuition.

"Are you Ostara?" I asked pensively.

"Yes, I am Ostara," the hare replied.

I was still filled with doubts, but trusted to my intuition and the power of the mirrored egg. Hrothgar gazed at this exchange with a mixture of bemusement and indifference.

"Follow me," said Ostara.

The two of us followed the snow white hare into the undergrowth to the hidden doorway into Goddess Eostra's lands. The doorway looked exactly the same as the one I had passed through before though now I realised that this had been a mirror image illusion. I could only pray that this time it was the right door. The doorway was overhung with ivy and creepers. It was only nine inches high, painted green, and embellished with gold, the colours of Goddess Eostra herself. The hare pushed the door open and turned to us.

"You can only enter the magical domain of Goddess Eostra if you solve this riddle. And remember, the answer that you give may have significance for your mission as it unfolds. The riddle is a test of your skill and loyalty. I will say it once and once only, so listen carefully,"

"My life can be measured in hours

I serve by being devoured

Thin, I am quick

Fat, I am slow

Wind is my foe"

I concentrated and contemplated the riddle carefully. I noticed that Hrothgar was animated at the idea of this challenge and was also deep in thought. I thought of time. That fitted the idea of life being measured but surely time could never be described as thin or fat. I thought about objects that measured time. Then it struck me. Simultaneously two voices shouted out,

"Candle!"

We had both got the answer at exactly the same time. I looked across at Hrothgar and he had a huge smile on his face but, as soon as he saw I had noticed, it changed to a scowl. I was impressed with the speed that Hrothgar answered and I had received a warning not to underestimate him.

"You are good at solving riddles," I commented, trying to make some connection with him.

"Of course I am. I am of Nordic origins and the Anglo-Saxon race, we invented riddles. As a child I used to exchange riddles with brothers and sisters in the hall of my forefathers."

I felt myself warming to him; I had a picture of this giant of a man as a child sat on the straw strewn floor of a stone hall in front of a roaring hearth laughing and exchanging riddles.

The hare, Ostara, was delighted with the game.

"Here is another one," she said, "but this is just for fun, and easier, 

A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within."

"Egg!" We both shouted out immediately, laughing.

"In fairer times Goddess Eostra would have enjoyed exchanging riddles with you, but I am afraid I've already wasted too much time. You have passed the test and can go through the door into the Goddess's defiled realm. Good luck, do not fail her," Ostara said with a meaningful gaze at me. 

The magic of the Goddess and Ostara reduced us in size and enabled us to pass through the tiny door into Goddess Eostra's domain and from an elevated position we could look over her lands. It was as Goddess Nemesis had described. The once fertile land was now an overgrown tangle, her productive vineyards barren, her orchards full of fallen ripe fruit and her flower beds were left untended. No birds flew and her dove cote was empty. In the distance we could see the crystal clear lake where Goddess would have sailed in her gold shell shaped boat pulled by nine wondrous pure white swans but now with a thick green scum floating sullenly on its neglected surface. There was no sign of nature replenishing itself after the long cold winter; everywhere was in desolation and stillness. Set in the centre of this was the fairy tale Castle Everstein, its white turrets and towers sparkling in the sun.

The land was empty and forlorn and we easily made our way to the outbuildings of the castle unobserved. Hrothgar led the way, striding purposefully ahead with me following, trying to keep up with him. We were an odd couple. I could only trust to the Goddesses Freya and Nemesis that their choice of companions had the requisite skills to aid Eostra. 

There were out buildings before we entered the main castle and one of them was a castle kitchen, a place where food was gathered from the surrounding forest and prepared. I pointed Hrothgar in that direction and explained to him that my guidance was to find the castle kitchens. Servants of the Baron were working over steaming cauldrons of broth but in our reduced size we were easily able to sneak in unseen. The floor was strewn with debris, mouse droppings and mouldy food. In Goddess Eostra's time the kitchen would have been full of the fruit and vegetables from her well tended gardens and nuts and wildflowers collected from her forest. The kitchens would have been full of the smell of fresh baked bread and the natural wholesomeness of fresh food. I noticed something on the stone floor, which had clearly remained un-scrubbed since the Baron had taken up residence.

"Hrothgar, to get back to our normal size we will have to eat the spawned growths on the mouldy breads here. Take these, we will need these" I whispered, handing him some bread with a festering black mould on. 

"You don't expect me to eat this muck do you?" he said, turning his nose up, "I am used to the magnificent feasts of Goddess Freya's hall at Foksvang."

"Well, you'll have to if you want to return to your normal size. I'm sure you don't want to remain nine inches tall for the rest of your life," I added sarcastically.

We sought out an entry into the main castle and hid behind a tree to survey our options. In front of us was the main entrance to the Castle Everstein. There was a bridge over the moat leading to the gatehouse. The portcullis was raised but there were two attentive guards on either side of the drawbridge and entrance to the castle. Baron von Hellzencoq would have been alerted to the fact that the Goddesses were planning an attempt to aid Goddess Eostra from my clumsy attempts. There was no sign that the guards would drop their vigilance. I turned in the other direction and saw another secret door at the foot of the wall and a small rowing boat moored on the edge of the moat.

"Hrothgar," I whispered. "I've found a way into the castle. If we are careful and quiet we can enter through that doorway. That way we won't attract any atten......"

"For Godess Freya and glory! Yaaah!"

I turned around urgently to see that Hrothgar had already eaten the spores of the mouldy bread to return himself back to his normal size and was making a head-long dash towards the four guards at the gatehouse, his massive sword drawn and his two headed axe swirling around his head. The first guard felt the full force of the axe as it cleaved his head from his body in one fell stroke. Hrothgar spun round with the momentum of the swing and lodged the axe into the stomach of the approaching guard. With his sword he parried a thrust from another guard and then forced it through the visor of his helmet to the sound of an agonised scream. The fourth guard had turned his back and was about to flee but Hrothgar caught him within two giant steps grabbed his shoulders from behind and slit his neck with his blade.

Oh shit, I thought, there goes the element of surprise. I stuffed some of the mould spores into my own mouth to return to my normal size, keeping some of them back in case they were needed for later. The spores had a bitter, earthy taste but quickly did there work as I felt the strange sensation of being stretched back to my normal height.

I ran towards Hrothgar and the scene of carnage at the gatehouse. There was blood splattered all over the stone floor and up the walls. The lifeless eyes in a severed head gazed up at me and four slaughtered bodies lay strewn under the gateway.

"What are doing?" I exclaimed. "Broadcast to everybody that we are here, why don't you?"

"We are in the castle now and our foul enemies will know that the Goddesses have sent a champion that they will fear not some weasel with magic stones and glass. They will be awe struck by this show of power now that they have felt the full force of Goddess Freya's wrath."

I groaned inwardly. I was not convinced that this was the best strategy to fulfil the mission, but the damage had been done now and perhaps Hrothgar was right. The Goddesses had clearly chosen him for a purpose and who was I to question that? After all, I had already failed them once.

Four more guards ran out from the guardrooms in the tower by the gatehouse and they were disposed of with the same ruthless efficiency. Severed limbs and torsos were scattered across the stone flags of the courtyard.

"Let us enter the castle, seek out the debaucher von Hellzencoq and his wife and put them to the sword. Then we can seek out Goddess Eostra's handmaidens and rescue them."

His powerful thigh muscles propelled him into the castle, axe in one hand, sword in the other, as I scurried behind him. We were inside the castle now. As we turned a corner in one of the labyrinth of passages and chambers we were confronted by another guard. This was one of the she-male guards that Goddess Nemesis had described, dressed in a leather cat suit with a studded sheath covering his penis and large breast implants. He wore a helmet in the shape of a penis and the livery of Baron von Hellzencoq on his chest, the rampant erect cock. 

Hrothgar disarmed him of his spear in one fleeting movement, grabbed his balls with one hand and squeezed tightly and held the razor sharp edge of his axe to the neck of the guard.

"Tell us where in this castle the Baron von Hellzencoq is hiding or I will cut your balls off with my axe."

"He will be in the ceremonial chambers in on the top floor of the central keep," he gasped in reply, "You will have to go through the workshops in the main hall to get to the central staircase. Please, don't cut off my manhood."




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 05



"Ok, that's not a problem foul servant of the debauched Baron," said Hrothgar as he slit the guard's throat and let his lifeless body slump onto the stone.

As we turned the corner we were confronted by a group of she-male guards armed with swords and spears, their false breasts thrusting out in front of them like a call to battle. A few turned away and ran off. Hrothgar drew his sword, let out a blood curdling cry and charged at them. I had never seen anything like it. The raven headed sword thrust and slashed, the double headed axed crushed flesh and bone. Within minutes at least ten of the guards were reduced to a pile of severed limbs and shattered bodies.

Shit, I had never seen such devastation inflicted in such a short time. Witnessing that scene I could well believe that Hrothgar could take on the whole castle single-handedly. I felt a surge of optimism. Perhaps our mission could succeed with this strategy and I would be needed for no more than acting as a companion to Goddess Freya's warrior slave and reporting the crushing defeat of Baron von Hellzencoq back to Goddess Nemesis.

The corridors opened up and we could see a huge hall before us, its stone pillars reaching high up into the rafters of the roof. This was another part of Goddess Eostra's realm that had been defiled and debauched. What must have been a grand ceremonial hall decorated with fine tapestries and tables laden with bowls of fruit and vases of flowers was now a workshop. As I surveyed the huge hall It suddenly struck me what it was being used for. It was a workshop for testing and building the attractions that Baron von Hellzencoq was going to put in his adult theme park. Strewn on the floor were pieces of tracks and little cars with huge false cocks sticking out of their seats.

Hrothgar was already rushing towards the figure that seemed to be directing proceedings. I recognised who she must be immediately; it was the man-hating lesbian dwarf that Goddess Nemesis had described to me. As Hrothgar charged forward, oblivious to any risk of threat, suddenly his feet were taken from under him, his axe and sword clattered to the ground and he was pulled up into the rafters into a rubber sack. Suddenly, with horror, I realised what Hrothgar had been captured in. It was a giant condom. He was trapped inside a man-size prophylactic. He was struggling to punch a way through the rubber but even his strength was not enough to tear his way out of the translucent rubber.

I felt my arms taken by two of the guards as I also was taken into captivity. Oh no, this was bad. Goddess Nemesis will be most displeased at the predicament we had landed ourselves in. All my reservations about Hrothgar's direct approach to storming the castle resurfaced. 

The lesbian dwarf approached me. She came up no further than my waist but she had enormous breasts completely out of proportion to the rest of her body. She was wearing a white technician's coat and horn rimmed spectacles with her hair pulled up in a bun. The thought occurred to me that she was working for Baron von Hellzencoq and Empress Dykenspiel to develop their adult theme park.

Her mean little eyes fixed onto me appraising me with a look of contempt. 

"Stupid men. Always thinking with their cocks. Always trying to find the simple solution. Blundering around like idiots. Do you think we're stupid? We knew you were here. The guard was a plant to direct you to my workshop where we had laid this little trap. Impressive isn't it," she said, pointing at the giant condom, "It's a prototype for a cable car ride. You climb into a giant condom and then get carried around on an overhead wire. See how he's struggling. He won't get out; it's made of the toughest rubber. He's like a little piece of sperm isn't he, trapped inside a condom, totally useless and going nowhere."

Goddess Nemesis had warned me of the lesbian dwarf. She hated men, she would treat us cruelly. My mission had plumbed new depths of failure.

"Now, the Baron and the Empress will be informed of your capture and no doubt they will have their own plans but for now they have said I can amuse myself with you. I need some unwilling male specimens to act as guinea pigs to test some of my more extreme ideas for the Baron's adult theme park. I'll enjoy humiliating the two of you with them."

I was taken away by the she-male guards and transformed. I soon found myself wrapped in flesh coloured cling film with a flesh coloured latex cap on my head, turned into a human penis and then fitted into a mechanical hoist. The lesbian dwarf started the mechanism grinding into action and I felt myself being propelled forward. Now, I could see that I was going to be pushed into a giant foam cunt. My head had nearly reached the huge labia and the force of the mechanism increased so it if forced me between the massive cunt lips. It was a horrifying sensation as I felt the foam tighten around me and the motors push me backwards and forwards into the giant cunt. Worst of all was the texture; the model cunt had been lined with a slimy fluid to smother me in an authentic representation of cunt juices. 

The lesbian dwarf was laughing her head off.

"That works wonderfully. I love that idea, it's brilliant; to turn men into giant pricks and have them smothered by a giant feminine sex organ. Empress Dykenspiel will love that."

Whilst I was being removed from the hoist Hrothgar was being strapped into one of the carts to test the Baron's anal penetration roller coaster ride. He struggled hard against his bindings but to no avail.

"There's no point trying to escape, all of my bondage equipment has been enchanted by the Baron's magician Hammah. There is no pathetic male who can break my bindings."

I heard Hrothgar groan as he was lowered onto the end of giant dildo attached to the seat. There was a huge piece of track built in the hall reaching high into the rafters of the roof. The chair was hoisted high up and let down the steep gradient at great speed so that when it crashed onto the ground the giant rubber cock embedded itself deep into Hrothgar's arse. He did not scream out at his ordeal, which must have been agonising, but glowered menacingly at the lesbian dwarf.

I had now been strapped naked and upright onto a board, my genitals exposed. The dwarf was carrying what looked like a rubber tube attached to a fearsome looking pumping mechanism. 

"You know what this is, don't you. It's a milking machine. It's very powerful and made to my own special design. I think this little device could get you into trouble, what do you think?"

I was full of trepidation; it was almost as if she knew. Perhaps her cruel mind had calculated that for this slave having pleasure, having an orgasm, would displease his mistress.

"Oh your Goddesses play such games with you, don't they. I feel quite envious of them sometimes. All those doting men worshipping them, serving them, on their knees before them where they should be. I think your Goddess Nemesis will be angry with you if you succumb to my toy, won't she. But, so far, no man has been able to resist my milking machine."

I was speechless. How did she have such knowledge of Goddess Nemesis and the nature of my servitude to her?

The rubber tube was slipped over my cock, still soft and flaccid. Then the wires were connected to the generator and the pump. The rubber started massaging me. I tried to resist but I could feel the gentle waves of rubber arousing me, hardening me. And then the intensity of the movement increased, brought me to the edge of orgasm and pulled back. The lesbian dwarf was playing with me. Bringing me to the brink and then holding back, knowing all the time that as soon as she wanted to she would be able to push me over the edge. And sure enough that's what she did. She toyed with me for what seemed like an age but in the end I could do nothing to resist as my cum spurted into the rubber tube and my whole body shook with the release of orgasm. She had collected my cum into a sample jar and taunted me by waving it in front of me. My head dropped in despondency. This mission was getting worse and worse for me. 

"Now, whose been a naughty little slave then," she laughed. "Useless men, no discipline, even when they've been trained," she snorted.

It was at that point that the Baron von Hellzencoq and Empress Dykenspiel entered the workshop.

"I can see you've been having fun," he said to her.

Interestingly the Baron and Empress were exactly as I had seen in the mirror image illusion world that I had entrapped myself in on my failed mission. The rotund Baron with his mane of ginger hair and huge handle bar moustache and the striking Empress, a she-male entirely in figure hugging leather in a hood with black feather sticking out of it and stiletto ankle boots and finally, the metal studded strap-on around her crotch.

"Is this the best that the Goddesses can come up with? A fool who chases illusions around thinking what a wonderful job he is doing for his mistress and an oaf who blunders straight into the first trap that is laid for him."

Hrothgar was furious.

"Goddess Freya will have her vengeance on you. No champion of hers will suffer being called an oaf. I will take pleasure in slitting your throat when I get the chance."

The Baron laughed.

"When you get the chance; that is, if you get the chance. And what have you to say, the one who goes by the name Nano."

"Well, it's fair comment I guess, really," I replied.

Hrothgar was seething at my admission of our ineptitude.

The Empress spoke, "Well, your torment is only just beginning. My friend the dwarf has had her amusement, now it's our turn. Then we will keep you in the dungeons here. You are not important enough for your Goddesses to bother rescuing you so I expect you will remain here as our play-things whilst our control over Goddess Eostra's lands is tightened and becomes irreversible."

The Baron continued, "And now my breeding programme is nearly complete. I will start a new Teutonic race from Goddess Eostra's handmaidens. They have been kept prisoner to be debauched and have been bred with the blondest and strongest of my men. The seed is in them and I have used the enchanted powers of the mirror of time to speed up the growing of the seed that has been impregnated in these girls so that a new race can be bred before the seasons turn again. The breeding programme started on Festival of Ostara, the 20th March being the festival of fertility, the most auspicious time. 

"Now for some fun," said Empress Dykenspiel, "take them away and prepare them. We will show you what it truly means to be in fairy tale land."

This sounded ominous I thought as a troop of she-male guards dragged us away.

Goddess Nemesis had warned me that both the Baron and Empress were bi-sexual and that von Hellzencoq liked to dress men up as women. We had been taken to the Empress's changing rooms to be transformed. Her female servants had shaved all of my body hair off so my skin was smooth and silky, they had put a black wig on my head and skilfully made up my face with blusher, bright red lipstick and eye shadow. I imagined that I was going to be transformed into a she-male now, but when I saw the attire that the servant girls brought out I could see that the Empress had added a subtle twist to her entertainment. Black tights, white latex blouse, black latex skirt, patent leather buckled shoes and finally, the tour de force, a red latex cape and hood and wicker basket. The girls giggled as they made me look in the mirror. There I stood; a fetish Little Red Riding Hood. 

Then Hrothgar was brought into the room. I know I shouldn't, but I couldn't help but smile to see Goddess Freya's fearsome champion, the warrior who I had seen savagely massacre scores of guards, as he appeared now. There he stood. His body was already hairless and oiled so the girl servants didn't have to do much work there. His long blonde hair had been brushed, his face made up and a red rose placed behind his ear. He was dressed in a yellow latex skirt that revealed his smooth muscular thighs, a blue latex top with a white panel at its front decorated with red roses and knee high red leather stiletto boots; a fetish Snow White. In fact I felt sorry for him. I had been trained to be dressed in this way for Goddess's amusement and was less shocked at my transformation. Hrothgar was a warrior slave, a champion for his Goddess. He looked a forlorn figure, his confidence damaged by blundering into the workshop and getting caught and now the humiliation of being transformed into a fetish female figure of fun.

The Baron and Empress returned to witness the completion of the transformation of their two captives.

"Don't they look wonderful, my dear. I think we're going to have good sport with them," said Empress Dykenspiel.

The Baron continued, "Goddess Eostra's forest has been defiled. In these deep fathom-less woods, many perverted things take place. When we release you into them you will be hunted and when you are caught, as you inevitably will be, we will have our way with you." 

Empress Dykenspiel was gloating with pleasure at our predicament, "Who knows what will befall them? Perhaps they will be caught by the seven dwarves and be subjected to their little perversions, or fall into the clutches of Rumplestilkskin who's a very mean little dwarf or stumble across the witch in Hansel and Gretel's cottage because fairy tale land is now a land of dark perversion and debauchery. Oh, and Little Red Riding Hood," she teased, putting her hand under my black latex skirt and fondling my cock and balls with her leather clad fingers, "look out for the big bad wolf won't you, you really don't want to fall into his clutches, do you?"

We were both tied up and ridden by horse and cart out into the darkest part of the forest. It was night time now and the only light was the eerie glow of a full moon. We were dumped in a clearing and left. I thought that now perhaps we might have time to reflect and plan a way out. At least we were both no longer bound so Hrothgar's physical strength must count for something.

"Well Hrothgar, we are in deep shit there's no doubt about that."

"Maybe, but whilst the strength of Goddess Freya courses through my veins there is still hope Nano."

"Yes, there must be some opportunity; at least we are not bound into one of the lesbian dwarf's hideous machines. Do you have any ideas?" I asked.

Then we heard the howls. The baron had released his wolf pack. His game was that we were his quarry and that he would take pleasure in hunting us through the forest. The wolves had our scent.

"What do we do?" I asked Hrothgar.

"Run for now and find somewhere where we can take a stand and fight them off. I hold no fear of a bare handed battle with a wolf, but I need a good position to fight them off from."

I let Hrothgar lead the way as we crashed through the undergrowth and the dense foliage of the pine wood. The befouling of Goddess Eostra's forest was visible all around us. Bright eyes peered at us through the branches as we fought our way through the trees. We could hear the sinister whispers of the debauched fairy tale spirits occupying the woods as they witnessed our flight. The blood curdling howls of the wolves closed in on in pursuit. We must have looked a bizarre sight, these two fetish fairy tale characters running for their lives through the dark perverted forest, the haunted moonlight reflecting off our shiny latex clothes. At last Hrothgar found a place to stop.

"Flight is pointless, there is no way that we can out-run the pack," said Hrothgar. 

He had found a small mound in a clearing in the woods and this is where we would take our stand. The wolves entered encircling us. They were the Baron's silver wolves, his elite pack that he used to sniff out virgins from the surrounding villages to bring back to the castle to be debauched by him and his perverted wife. They approached us slowly, growling menacingly, their sharp teeth slavering with saliva, waiting, choosing the moment to pounce. Hrothgar held his ground on the mound a strange mixture of muscle-bound hero and fetish sissy in his Snow White costume standing taller than ever in his red stiletto heels. He invited the wolves onto him.

"Come on then, do your worst. I was raised in the frozen wastes of the Norse-lands, wolves hold no fear for me," he called out beckoning them onto him.

The first wolf leapt onto him. He caught it by the neck before its teeth could sink into him, grasped its head in his muscular arms and twisted them, breaking the wolf's neck. As this was happening another wolf pounced on me knocking me off my feet. The weight of its body and fur pinned me down so I could not move and its fearsome visage flecked with silver fur gazed down on me. My terrified face looked out from the red latex cape and hood.

"Oh my, what big teeth you have," I smiled, trying to make light of my plight. 

As I looked up I could see Hrothgar being overwhelmed as twenty of the pack pounced on him all at one time. They were not going to be picked off one by one and the elevated position on the mound Hrothgar had chosen to fight from meant nothing as the weight of the silver furred wolf pack bore down on him. We had both been subdued.

"That was good sport Empress." It was the Baron's voice.

Empress Dykenspiel replied, "Yes, but the sport is only just beginning. I always thought Snow White and Little Red Riding Hood to be such squeaky clean fairy tale characters. In our world they will be turned into sexual perversions. It's always been one of my fantasies to see Snow White suck on a false cock and have her penetrated up the arse," she laughed.

"And as for Little Red Riding Hood," said the Baron, "well you know how I love the feel of latex against my skin and the colour red so turns me on."

We both knew what was going to happen next. The Baron's guards overseen by the snarling wolf pack tied us over a large trunk from a fallen tree with our wrists secured behind our backs. We were tied next to one another, a fetish Snow White and Little Red Riding Hood. The orifices that Baron von Hellzencoq and Empress Dykenspiel wanted to abuse were left exposed to them. 

The Empress turned her attention to Hrothgar. 

"Go on Snow White, suck on my strap-on, my dear."

"No, I am the chosen hero of a Norse Goddess; I will not allow myself to be humiliated in this way."

"Oh, but my dear little Snow White, you really have no choice," she laughed as the guards pulled his head back by his long blonde hair and the Empress thrust her metal studded strap-on into his mouth.

The Baron turned his attentions to me. He dropped his breeches and started to stroke the latex red cape and then the tight little black skirt, reaching out underneath me to touch the white latex blouse and pinch my nipples through the rubber. I could sense he was getting aroused by the liquid touch of the latex against his skin and I could feel his hardness against my rubber skirt. He moved around in front of me and offered his erect cock to my mouth.

"I don't thing there will be any protests from Little Red Riding Hood, after all we know what you are capable of. We know your Goddess has trained you to suck on cock for her."

I had no idea how they could have got that information, but I knew I had no choice but to take the Baron's cock in my mouth and suck. He pushed it deep into my throat until I started to gag and then encouraged me to suck hard on him all the time arousing himself by stroking the red latex hood and cape.

He pulled away before coming. I looked across at Hrothgar to see that the Empress had now turned her attention away from his mouth and had lifted up his blue latex skirt to expose his bare arse. The Baron was doing the same; he had lifted up my black skirt and was stroking by bare behind and putting his hands under me to play with my cock. I heard Hrothgar grunt and could see that the Empress had mounted him and pushed her massive leather strap on inside him. Then I felt the hardness of his cock exploring me, searching for the right spot until finding it and pushing himself into me. I gasped and groaned as my arse was filled with the Baron's manhood. What must we have looked like? Two latex clad fairy tale characters being debauched and humiliated. What would our Goddesses have made of this scene, to see their respective champions captured, dressed up for the pleasure of these two evil perverts and then subjected to a simultaneous arse fucking. How much worse could this mission get for me? Was this the nadir or was there yet more humiliation to come?




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 05



After the Baron and the Empress had taken their pleasure of us we were tied up and taken back to the Castle.

"Put them in the prison, so that we can bring them out again whenever we want to use them," said the Baron.

We soon now found ourselves, still dressed in our fetish fairy tale attire, locked into a cell in the subterranean depths of the castle. We were in a dank stone cell behind a door of metal bars and chained to the wall. We both had the bitter taste of failure in our mouth. But the savagery of our humiliation and the depths of depravity to which we had sunk had given us a strange kind of bond.

Hrothgar had a wry smile on his face.

"Try this one, Nano. Two fools in a place where there are bars but nowhere to buy a drink."

It didn't take me long to work that one out.

"Ha,ha. Very funny, Hrothgar. Us in this gaol."

I was being flippant but I was amused by the aptness of his riddle.

"Slave Nano, have you ever had the privilege of meeting Goddess Freya?"

"No, Hrothgar, I haven't, but I have read of her beauty and her war-like power."

"Ah Nano, she is a wondrous sight to behold. She is both beautiful and fearsome. Her long fair hair is crowned with a winged helmet of gold. At night she rides the Nordic skies on her golden chariot drawn by two blue cats across the flickering northern lights as they illuminate her presence. Her hall in Foksvang is called Sessrumnir and it is a magnificent place, full of fair warriors who serve her and would lay their life down for her. It is always full of good cheer as Goddess Freya's warriors partake of roasted suckling pig, toast her with strong mead and sing songs of her beauty and power. My strongest desire, Nano, is to die a hero's death so that I can be elevated to Valhalla and be by her side for an eternity. Don't you desire a glorious hero's death in honour of your Goddess?"

"Well, to be honest Hrothgar, I was rather hoping to live a bit longer and serve her in this world, but I do get where you are coming from. It must be a noble feeling to desire to give up your life for your Goddess. I consider myself to be a loyal slave, but I guess I'm a bit of a coward at heart."

"The greatest privilege for one of her servants is to be invited into her bedchamber for Goddess Freya is an earth Goddess and very sexual. Let me tell you a story about her Nano. Around her neck she wears an enchanted necklace, the Brisingamen. This was crafted by four dwarf brothers, Dvalin, Alfrik, Berling and Grer. When she saw the gorgeous golden necklace she absolutely had to have it and offered the brothers much gold and silver and jewels for it. But, being dwarves, they could easily come by that, and anyway, the only thing they really wanted from Her was that She spend a night with each of them. She readily agreed and slept with each of them in turn to gain the necklace. Tell me Slave Nano, have you ever lain with your Goddess Nemesis?"

"Lain with Goddess Nemesis?!" I spluttered in shock. "No way, you've got to be kidding. Really, you don't understand, that's not how I serve her."

"Then tell me what she is like and how you serve her."

"Oh, Hrothgar, she is magnificent. She is dark and powerful. When she looks into your eyes she will captivate you. When she speaks she will mesmerise you. My servitude to her is absolute and selfless. I give myself up to Her entirely for Her service and pleasure only, surrendering my mind and body for Her to use as she pleases. Sexual gratification is denied me because Her slave's focus and energy must always be concentrated on serving Her. She is the Goddess of fate and retribution and is aptly named. She is cruel but just. The thing I fear most, Hrothgar, is the denial of her presence in my life and that is what will befall me if our mission fails. 

"Yes," replied Hrothgar, "I can see she is a very different kind of Goddess but then they all have different qualities." 

"Hrothgar, we are in a desperate plight. You'll never get to ascend to Valhalla and serve Goddess Freya there if you end your days in this gaol and as for me; well, if I fail and if I ever return to her dungeon, I face the awful prospect of being cast out by Goddess Nemesis into the nether world of rejected slaves. The desire I have to serve her is so great that I could not bear to face that ordeal; it would be a living hell."

"So, how do we get out of this mess Nano?"

"Well, I believe the Goddesses must have chosen us for a reason, they don't expect us to fail and they must have provided us with the tools to succeed. We need to take stock and work out what we've got and how we can use it."

"My sword and axe were forged by Goddess Freya's own dwarves in the fires of Foksvang and have sharpness and strength beyond any human skill, but they have been taken."

"I have the buttercup, the precious green stones and the egg shaped piece of mirror, which I think must have magical properties, but like your sword and axe, they are with the clothes that have been taken from us. I was told that we could call on the aid of Goddess Freya's white wolf."

"Oh, yes Nano, she is a magnificent and fearsome creature. If that is the case then that is indeed a great boon for us."

"And remember the words of Ostara, the white hare, when we solved the riddle. There is significance in the answer to the riddle. But we need a strategy. I know it's blindingly obvious but we need to get out of this gaol. Then, we need to recover anything of the tools that can help us, which means finding your sword and axe and our clothes. I also have another thought."

"Tell me Nano, what is that."

"If we get out of here, I think we should seek out the wizard Hammah and concentrate our attack there. The Baron and the Empress are perverted and cruel but they don't have the power to corrupt Goddess Eostra's domain in the way it has been. You have seen how defiled her realm has become. The cycle of the seasons has been disrupted and that takes great power, far more than the Baron and the Empress could possibly wield alone. Remember what the lesbian dwarf said about the bindings being enchanted. Damage the power of the wizard and we will reduce the potency of the Baron."

"By Thor, I think you may have something Nano. Whilst I was bound in captivity by the lesbian dwarf I could not understand my impotency. They were straps that I should have torn asunder easily but could not. All the time I was being dressed in these ridiculous fetish clothes I could never find the strength to resist. But, we still have to escape our prison."

"I have had a thought about that," I replied. "Recall Ostara's words - remember, the answer that you give may have significance for your mission as it unfolds."

My eye looked up to the candle in its iron holder on the wall just outside the prison bars but tantalisingly in reach if we could loosen our chains. Hrothgar followed my gaze.

"Yes, I can see it. But what can the candle do for us?" he asked.

"I don't know for sure until we get it; only that the answer to the riddle had to have some meaning for us."

Hrothgar worked at the screws that fixed that metal plates into the cell wall. It took a few minutes but his strength soon loosened them enough to force them off and free us. I climbed up onto Hrothgar's shoulders and reached out for the candle high up the wall outside the cell. If he had not been so tall it would have been an impossible task and it was ironic but the extra few inches provided by his stiletto boots made all the difference as I was just able to reach and lift the candle from its holder. I climbed down from Hrothgar's shoulders. What now? I thought.

We both stared at the flickering flame. My instincts told me it was put there for a purpose, that it was there to fulfil the guidance provided in Ostara's riddle, but how? There was a huge padlock securing the cell door; the metal too strong to be broken even by Hrothgar's hands. I let the wax drop onto the padlock. Like magic the wax melted the cold iron until soon it was a distorted mass of metal and the latch clicked up and released the padlock.

"Yes!" Hrothgar cried out in triumph, "Well done Nano."

The ordeal at the hands of the lesbian dwarf, the joint humiliation at the hands of the Baron and the Empress and our incarceration had helped a bond build up between us. I looked Hrothgar in the eye.

"We have to do this Hrothgar. In the service of our Goddesses and the Goddess Eostra we have to work together on this," I said.

Hrothgar grasped my hand.

"Yes, Nano, we will be a brotherhood as one in the service of the Goddesses."

"Shit, let go Hrothgar or you'll break my bloody fingers," I said as he finally released his grip.

With our new unity and a renewed optimism we started to set about our task with vigour. First, Hrothgar disabled the she-male guards in the guardroom cell. We dressed them in our fetish clothes and left them in the cell and changed into their clothes. One of the guards was quite tall and, although Hrothgar did look ridiculous in the tightly fitting jerkin and breeches they did just about fit him. It was the middle of the night by now so the castle was quiet. We soon emerged from the dungeons into the bowels of the castle.

"We were stripped of our clothes in the lesbian dwarf's workshop, but they must have been taken to entrance of the castle to be shown to the wolves to give them our scent. Let's try the gatehouse first."

My hunch was right. I could see our clothes on the stone floor in the gatehouse and Hrothgar's sword and axe propped up against the wall. Hrothgar dealt with the guards, he disarmed one of his knife and with a few swift slashes another three guards had been disemboweled. Hrothgar was overjoyed to be re-united with his weapons.

"Nano, now we have these there is no-one in this castle who will survive the wrath of Goddess Freya and her servant."

"Be careful Hrothgar," I warned him, "we must be wary of pride and over confidence."

"Yes Nano, you are right, that it is a lesson I must learn from you and your Goddess Nemesis."

We spotted another solitary guard and pounced on him from behind.

Threatening him with his axe Hrothgar whispered in his ear, "take us to the quarters of the wizard or I will slit your throat."

The guard led us to the main staircase and then up a winding passage to one of the highest towers of the castle. Having completed his work Hrothgar slit his throat with the razor sharp edge of his axe anyway and left his body slumped on the stone stairs. 

The door to the wizard's chamber had no lock or keyhole; only three egg shaped holes. I knew what was needed here; I inserted the three green stones – the malachite, emerald and jade into the holes and the door clicked open. We crept silently into the wizard's chamber. The room was a mess. There were open spell books and sketches of the genitalia of naked women strewn all over the floor. I gasped in amazement as I peered through a thick haze created from the mixing of evil potions into one corner of the room. There was a cage with nine rabbits in it and on a bench next to it nine wooden cuckoos lay scattered. I could not believe our luck. Following my failed attack on the mirror image illusion castle the Wizard Hammah must have taken in the rabbits and cuckoos for safe keeping thinking it more secure to have them under his protection behind the door that needed magical symbols to open it. Now, here they all were waiting for us to re-claim them for Goddess Eostra. 

Taking pride of place in the middle of chamber, was the magic Mirror of Time, stolen from the Goddess and used now for perverted debauchery. In Eostra's hands it was a talisman for good, symbolic of the equality of day and night, of the seasons reflecting the spring fruitfulness and the autumn mellowness; its crystal stillness and ability to make time stand still symbolising the dormant life beneath the earth before the Goddess casts her fertile green mantle over the world. But in Baron von Hellzencoq's and the wizard Hammah hands it was a powerful and dangerous tool, used for unrestrained debauchery. 

The door to the wizard's bedroom was ajar and we could hear snoring. I peeked through the chink in the door, the wizard's face was tilted towards me and I could see it clearly. I recognised it immediately and was shocked. I pulled Hrothgar back and we retreated from the wizard's chamber to discuss our strategy.

"Let me in there and cut the wizard's head off with my trusty blade."

"No, Hrothgar. Be careful. Remember, this is a powerful wizard, his enchantments on the bindings and straps weakened you."

"Then how should we defeat him Nano?"

"He has a weakness and that is the same one as the Baron and the Empress. He is lustful and debauched and we can use that against him to lower his guard. Oh yes, now I have seen who our enemy is, I have a plan to undo him. What we need now is one of the clone maidens and then we will let his own depravity be his undoing."

I used my knowledge of the layout of the castle gleaned from my experience of the mirror-image castle to trace our way from the wizard Hammah's quarters to the hall and living quarters where I had been tempted by some of the blonde maidens. Dressed in the uniform of one of the Baron's guards I hoped to trick one of the girls. It must have been approaching dawn and I needed to work quickly before the wizard woke from his sleep. 

I entered on of the bed chambers and gently shook one of the girls.

"You have been summoned to the wizard's quarters. He's feeling randy and needs a girl to service him."

The girl was gradually emerging from her slumber.

"Not again," she groaned, "is there any limit to the lusts of the Baron and his men. Mind you, I must be honoured if the wizard himself has asked for me."

It appeared that being on call twenty four hours a day to service the Baron and the debauched lust of his followers was a normal occurrence and the girl did not seem remotely surprised at being summoned at such an unearthly hour.

"That randy wizard will have an early morning hard-on," she yawned.

"Quickly, follow me," I said," he'll be waiting for you."

The girl rose from her bed, the smooth satin of her skimpy night shirt clung to her body and her pert young nipples could be seen through the thin material. Whatever I do I must control any sexual urges of my own I thought.

"Go on," I said anxiously, he is waiting for you to pleasure him."

I watched carefully as the girl lifted the cover of the wizard's bed and slinked in beside him. He was surprised to feel the tender warm flesh of the girl next to him but he soon warmed to the task of satisfying his sexual urges with her. I could see the movement of excited hands under the sheets as they explored one another's bodies and he became aroused. I watched as the wizard kissed her urgently and looked on as he rolled on top of her and mounted her. I heard the girl moan as his erect cock entered her and watched the rhythmic movement under the sheets as the wizard fucked her.

This was the moment to put my plan into action. With the debaucher magician Hammah thrusting his cock into the girl and completely oblivious to anything but satiating his own lust I set to work. With Horthgar's help we quietly moved the magic mirror of time into the doorway so that the two writhing bodies were reflected in it. I had to trust that my devious plan would work and that Goddess Nemesis would appreciate the trick I was about to carry out. The magic mirror had been created for Goddess Eostara and must retain some of her life force. My hope was that I could use the egg shaped fragment of mirror in my hand to exercise some influence over the mirror. In this way I was able to slow down time for the copulating couple. Now, they were doomed to keep fucking until the spell of the mirror could be broken. The wizard looked up with a glance of realisation of how he had been betrayed by his own lust. I could not resist taunting him.

"There you are, doomed to fuck for ever but never to come, what a torture for you. Time has slowed right down for you and you will be forced to keep screwing. Just imagine; all that fucking but no release – how cruel."

I laughed and turned away to leave them to it

"Brilliant Nano," Hrothgar complimented me.

"Yeah, I told you I was good for some things. Now, whilst the wizard is occupied and his power diminished we must seek out Goddess Eostra's handmaidens. Take the cage with the rabbits. These are her magical white hares."

I picked up the nine gaily painted cuckoos, which were Goddess Eostra's swans converted by the perverted wizard. Time was of the essence. It was not quite dawn yet but soon the Baron would realise that we had escaped and were at large. I tried to recall the layout of the castle. From memory, I felt we must be close to the staircase with the portraits and sure enough we entered it from another doorway.

Hrothgar got very animated.

"Look, Nano, it is a portrait of Goddess Freya. See how beautiful she is."

"Hrothgar, come away," I warned. "This is dangerous for us both. If we get enchanted by the portraits we will be lost in the staircase and never complete the mission."

I counted the ninety steps up the staircase to the landing where a large emerald chandelier hung from the ceiling. Facing us were two gilded doors carved with intricate designs of suns, primroses and hares, the Goddess Eostra's sacred symbols. These doors had no visible locks or hinges, but an egg-shaped hole half way down. This was the puzzle that I had to solve, to work out which of the egg shaped crystals – the jade, malachite or emerald – will open the door. I looked closely at the carvings and got the egg shaped stones from my pocket. I could make out a Chinese figure carved on one door and a city carved into the other. I associated the jade with the Chinese figure and my instincts told me that this must be the right one. I slotted the egg shaped stone into the hole; the door lifted silently and allowed passage into what must be the ante chamber of Goddess Eostra's ceremonial chamber.

We entered the chamber. It had similarities and resonances with the chamber in the illusion castle yet it was clearly a different room. It was possible to see how the walls in the ante chamber were once painted pale yellow, where green crystal leaves would have hung suspended from the ceiling catching the light, where the Goddess Eostra would have been anointed and crowned by her handmaidens as she stroked the soft white fur of the mystical hares while listening to the sweet sounds of her golden harp and the tinkling of fountains around the walls.

But, as Goddess Nemesis had warned me, Baron von Hellzencoq and the Empress Dykenspeil have many perversions and all the sacred places of Castle Everstein had been polluted by his foul lechery. This once sacred pleasure chamber was now being used as a perverted water chamber. Female slaves had been bound to the top of the fountains and they were forced to constantly drink icy water to perform tasks, their waters falling on the up-turned faces of slaves bound beneath them. Even as we looked on one of the females released her golden waters over a slave. He drank in what he could whilst the rest gushed over his upturned head, which had been strapped into position so that there would never been any escape from the streams of the girl's hot piss fed by the constant flow of water from the fountains. In the centre of the chamber was the huge golden bath of Goddess Eostra now used by Empress Dykenspiel as slaves satisfy her carnal desires on her naked body. It was a scene of utter depravity being committed in Goddess Eostra's sacred place.

We were close to our target now; the handmaidens of Goddess Eostra. In their previous existence and under the Goddess's gentle direction they were treated as her acolytes, helping at rites, perfuming and anointing the Goddess's sacred body, weaving and embroidering her ceremonial gowns. They had been turned into objects by Baron von Hellzencoq. These poor defenceless females, who had of course all been virgins, had been made to take part in this deviant's perverted games. Kept naked, for the Baron and his dungeon guards to leer at, they were held captive as a mockery of what they once were. And now they would all be heavy with child, their beautiful bodies corrupted with the seed of the men selected for the Baron's breeding programme.




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 05



We passed through the perverted water chamber into the Goddess Eostra's ceremonial chamber on the top floor of the central keep of Castle Everstein. In the height of its glory when Goddess Eostra's feminine influence reigned supreme and her magic was at its most powerful this must have been a magnificent room. The chamber acted as Goddess Eostra's observatory and the centre for enacting her ceremonial rites.

It was at the festival of Ostara where at 5.32 pm every 20th March the Goddess Eostra, her acolytes and slaves would witness the nano second of time when day and night are equal. Here, using candles, sacred oils and herbs the Goddess would invoke the feminine powers of all Goddesses and, using her magical mirror, her gold egg-timer and gold globe of the earth, would pass time through the looking glass to bring its rebirth as spring. The magnificent stained glass ceiling would part in two to allow the heavens and stars to be divined and the Goddess, using her skills, like all Goddesses, would plot and map destiny. Around the chamber were nine large emeralds set upon plinths carved into the shape of a nest. It was here, during the ceremonies and rites of Ostara that the Goddess's nine sacred wondrous white swans would sit, to be re-born and enter the new cycle of life.

Looking at the desecrated room now the golden globe no longer shone, suspended high on its orbital ring above the room the green stained glass circular ceiling no longer let the sun shine through; it had grown dull from the smoke of torture fires and the hallucinogenic drugs the Baron, his wife and followers smoke to fuel their manic lusts. 

"Hrothgar, we are close; it is in this chamber that the nine impregnated acolytes are held captive."

The living quarters of the handmaidens and Goddess Eostra's own bed chamber were beyond the ceremonial hall. The maidens had all started to rise from their slumber. The girls were all beautiful, with long fair hair, slender waists and voluptuous perfectly formed breasts and they all had rounded bellies full with child. They were dressed in light night gowns of emerald chiffon. It was not in the interests of the Baron to damage them in any way as he still wanted to use them to service his own lusts and they were stunning and beautiful girls. However, it was clear that they had lost some of their lustre. Their eyes did not sparkle with the joys of serving a Goddess; they had a down-trodden demeanour brought about by having to offer themselves up for entertainment of the Baron, his wife and their servants. Physically they were still beautiful women but mentally I could see how they had been scarred by their captivity. Their presence had been tarnished from the abuse they had received and their enforced impregnation and accelerated pregnancy by the Mirror of Time.

Now we faced another dilemma. There seemed to be scores of such maidens, all blonde and slender. These were the clones that the debauched wizard Hammah had created to confuse and distract. This was another fateful decision. Goddess Nemesis had warned me specifically by a special message to be aware of the clones and to choose carefully. We had come so far since our capture and incarceration that it was imperative that we should not fail at this hurdle. 

How could we tell which of the handmaidens were Goddess Eostra's and which were clones? Goddess Nemesis had provided us with some clues. First, there was the test using the buttercup I had used in the illusion world in my failed mission. Goddess Nemesis had given instructions about this test and I saw no reason why it should not work now; after all the buttercup had been picked before I had entered the false and distorted world. Also, when she described the nest-shaped plinths in the ceremonial chamber she had hinted that knowledge of these would help in rescuing the girls. 

I explained all of this to Hrothgar and suggested that to be absolutely certain we had identified the correct nine as Goddess Eostra's acolytes we should carry out a double test. It was crucial that we should not be fooled by a clone or our mission would fail. We systematically worked through all of the handmaidens. They were very compliant. They were used to obeying the orders of the Baron and his guards so they quietly did every thing they were told. I held the buttercup under each of their chins to detect any yellow glow, a sign of the influence of spring whilst Hrothgar lifted each girl in turn into nests on the plinths. We found that when one of the Goddess's acolytes was in the nest the emeralds glowed. Eventually, we had selected nine girls who had passed both tests. I prayed that we hadn't made any mistakes in our selection.

"Goddess Nemesis has told me that Goddess Freya has given you the means to reverse the impregnation of the nine acolytes. What kind of potion has she provided you with? We'd better give it to them now before we try and escape from the castle."

Hrothgar had a broad grin on his face.

"Ah Nano, this is the task in our mission that I've been looking forward to. The potion is in me. Goddess Freya has put a spell on my sperm so that as soon as it enters them it will neutralize the seed of the Baron's followers and cause their wombs to wither and abort the abominations inside them."

"Hang on Hrothgar. Let me get this straight; that means you've got the job of fucking all nine handmaidens?"

"Yup, that's right Nano. Remember my mistress is an earth Goddess and a Goddess of fertility."

"But, you'll have to work quickly Hrothgar. Can you get nine erections and nine ejaculations in the time we've got to get out of here?"

"Do you doubt the virility of Hrothgar, Goddess Freya's chosen champion?" he asked angrily.

"No, really, not for a second. But, you'd better get on with it."

"Nano, I will retire to the bedchamber with the nine girls whilst you stand guard."

"Great," I replied as Hrothgar led the nine beautiful maidens into one of adjoining bedrooms.

Hrothgar chose to take the girls into what must have been Goddess Eostra's own bedchamber. Hrothgar had chosen this room because he said the bed was so large he could get all nine girls in there with him at the same time.

In this bed chamber there was a huge four poster bed in dark wood carved with the symbols of spring and her power. There were delicate carvings of primroses and eggs along the base and canopy whilst the bed-head had a carving of a hare. The bed had once been embellished with curtains of light silks in yellow and light and dark green but, like everything else in the castle now, these were faded and torn. Her bedspread, filled with the softest duck down feathers and woven with a decoration of daffodils, and her silk sheets had been defiled with spunk stains. The bed had clearly been used, probably by the Baron himself, to debauch the maidens. 

I could only sit on the stone floor outside the door of Goddess Eostra's bed chamber, forced to witness the sounds of the love-making inside. I heard Hrothgar's guttural grunts as he pursued his task with gusto. I had seen his member when he had been stripped in the lesbian dwarf's workshop and it was huge. Committed to chastity by Goddess Nemesis I could only imagine the enjoyment Hrothgar was taking in this part of the mission. I could hear squeals and groans of pleasure from the handmaidens as they were penetrated. They were used to being debauched but not to the love-making of a slave of a fertility goddess. The screams as they reached their orgasms were ones of pleasure not humiliation as they received the thick garth and iron hardness of Hrothgar's cock into them and embraced the seed of Goddess Freya's power as it entered their bodies.

When Hrothgar emerged from the chamber he had a grin the size of the Cheshire cat's.

"Nano, you should worship a fertility Goddess then you might get to fuck some girls sometime."

I smiled, "No Hrothgar, I serve only Goddess Nemesis. I have pledged my mind, body and soul only to her and commit myself only to be available for her pleasure to use as she desires and I would have it no other way."

"Suit yourself Nano, but you don't know what you're missing."

Our banter was quickly interrupted. I knew it was too good to be true. We had been on a roll; our own skill and teamwork combined with the fates had worked in our favour to turn our fortunes around. Now, we faced another test as the Baron von Hellzencoq and Empress Dykenspeil entered the chamber with a group of their she-male guards, who threw ropes around Hrothgar and pulled them tight them so that his arms were tightly secured.

The Baron spoke. "I suppose I shouldn't have underestimated the trickery of the Goddesses and their pathetic servants. How long did you think it would take before we discovered you had escaped? It is so predictable that we would find you here. But, never mind, normal service is resumed. I will just have to find a deeper darker dungeon to keep you in now. "

Hrothgar strained his muscles and the ropes burst asunder. The Baron was shocked. 

"How did you do that? Those were ropes enchanted by the wizard."

I interjected, "I think you'll find that your debauched wizard is rather occupied at the moment satisfying his lusts with a girl and will be doing so for some time."

"Fitting that he should be a victim of his own lust, don't you think?" added Hrothgar as he took up his sword and axe and charged at the guards. 

Seeing how events had turned against them, the cowardly Baron and his wife turned and fled. Hrothgar was in his element again; the chosen hero of Goddess Freya slashing and carving with his trusty weapons. He left a trail of bloody limbs as the she-male guards, seeing the war-like wrath of Goddess Freya revealed, retreated. Hrothgar set off to pursue them.

"Wait Hrothgar," I called out. "There is another task we must perform. There is a clockmaker, Hanz Springstein, who is kept in a cage hanging from the highest tower of the castle. It is important to my mission that we rescue him. He is an innocent old man who has been cruelly treated because of my errors."

"Oh Nano, I so want to put an axe to the head of the Baron, and especially that evil lesbian dwarf for what she did to me. But, come on, let's be quick about it."

We left the ceremonial chamber and found the narrow spiral stairs that led up to the central tower of the castle with the nine girls following us. After many hundreds of steps we came out to a little window in the uppermost reaches of the tower. Looking out we could see the vista of snow capped mountains surrounding the castle. The old man was there, as Goddess Nemesis had described, in a wooden cage covered in feathers, turned into a bird. The cage was hanging from a pole that stuck out from the window.

"Let me go Hrothgar," I said, "it's my responsibility to atone for my mistakes."

"Goddess Freya possesses a marvellous cloak of feathers that transforms her into a raven and enables her to fly. That would have come in useful for this task."

"Great, thanks for that Hrothgar," I called out as I shinned along the pole hundreds of feet above the ground. 

I got close enough to the cage to release the catch and help the old man out. Hrothgar was able to reach out to him and pull him in through the window as I shinned my way back. 

We had completed all of our designated tasks; now we just had to escape from the castle with the nine handmaidens, the old Jewish clockmaker, a cage full of rabbits and a pocket full of wooden cuckoos knowing that the Baron would be amassing his forces to prevent our escape.

"Let's seek the Baron and his wife out and slaughter them so they will never again befoul Goddess Eostra's realm," said Hrothgar.

"No, Hrothgar, I don't think that's wise. It was not part of our task; we were never instructed to do that. The priority is to return Goddess Eostra's talismans to her. If we do that then her power will be restored and the Baron and the Empress will be driven out. That has to be done to complete our mission successfully; chasing after the lesbian dwarf for vengeance would be a distraction."

Hrothgar reluctantly agreed with me. We forced our way back all the way through the castle and into the courtyard by the gatehouse. There were only pockets of guards on the way and Hrothgar dealt with them easily. It was in the courtyard that the Baron's guards had taken their stand. There were perhaps a hundred of them. Hrothgar's eyes glinted with blood lust. I was useless for this kind of battle. 

"Hrothgar, you can't take them on all on your own. Summon Goddess Freya's familiar, the white wolf, to aid you. We cannot take risks; we must use any tool that has been offered to us."

Hrothgar chanted a strange incantation in Anglo-Saxon and a white wolf bounded from the keep of the castle to take up a position by his side. The wolf was huge, its body coming up as high as a man's chest and dwarfing even the Baron's silver wolves. Its fur was sleek and snow white, but the wolf also wore leather body armour and a winged helmet in the same fashion that Goddess Freya herself wears. The two charged into Baron's guards, the wolf tearing them apart with her razor sharp teeth and Hrothgar slashing and bludgeoning with his sword and axe. They drove a huge wedge into the guards enabling me to lead the handmaidens and the old clockmaker through the gatehouse and across the drawbridge. 

I waited anxiously. I could hear the clash of metal upon metal, Hrothgar's roars and the wolf's growls as they fought with the Baron's guards. Eventually they forced their way through the gatehouse. The guards, seeing the savagery inflicted by their enemies, held back from pursuing them across the drawbridge. They were not unscathed. Hrothgar had sustained several cuts to his arms and legs and the wolf's coat, no longer pure white, was matted with blood stained fur. 

"Quickly," called Hrothgar, "the Baron has many more guards. Let's head for the river, it's the quickest route out of the valley."

We ran down the path leading away from the castle along Goddess Eostra's ceremonial carriageway now lined with the severed heads of woodland animals on poles; a testament to the savagery of the Baron's cruel rule. The river and a means of escape beckoned to us. Then I saw something that gave me hope. I pointed out to Hrothgar as we were running.

"Look, the first shoots of daffodils. The wizard's magic is waning and the first signs of spring can be seen."

One of Goddess' Eostra's shell shaped vessels was moored by the pier; its gold leafed bow now cracked and faded and its gossamer light sails dirty and ripped. By now, I was carrying the old clockmaker on my shoulders for speed and the girls, seeing that they had the chance of being returned to their true mistress, were desperately trying to keep up with us. 

We saw another band of she-male guards emerge from the woods and start closing in on the carriageway trying to cut off our escape. Hrothgar and the wolf took up a position in front of the jetty to protect our route to the boat. 

"Nano, you take the girls onto the boat. We will protect your passage."

I helped the girls on board the shell shaped boat and then clambered on myself. The she-male guards were charging at us from all sides, swords and spears drawn, their metal studded cod-pieces and breast shaped protrusions bearing down upon us angrily. Hrothgar and the wolf fought back bravely as the guards descended on them. Many were felled by sword and axe and razor-sharp tooth. But, there were too many of them and they were being driven back onto the jetty.

"Get on board," I urged Hrothgar.

"No, take the maidens to safety Nano," he called back as with a mighty heave of his muscular thighs he pushed the boat into the centre of the river.

"No, Hrothgar, don't be stupid, come with us," I called back.

But it was too late; the shell-shaped boat was already too far away for any person to jump into it and was now caught in the swirling currents of the River Weser. I watched on in horror as the fight raged. Hrothgar fought like his beloved heroes from Norse mythology but to no avail. The numbers were overwhelming. I saw Hrothgar fall and disappear in a sea of leather clad fetish guards. Then the wolf rose up, the body of Hrothgar on his back and in one enormous leap jumped out from the mass of bodies over the water and land in the shell shaped boat. The vessel rocked and shipped water with the impact of the weight of the enormous wolf sending Goddess Eostra's handmaidens tumbling onto the deck.

I looked on as Hrothgar's body slumped off the wolf's back into the boat. The current took us in a surge and swept us down the river speeding us away from the band of guards that had survived the fight on the riverbank and Baron von Hellzencoq, the Empress Dykenspeil and the lesbian dwarf who watched the defeat of their forces and our escape from a safe distance. I was not too far away to see the anger on their faces. Even as our boat took us out of the valley I could see young shoots springing up out of the ground as the debauched Wizard Hammah, trapped by the Mirror of Time in a timeless frenzied fuck session, was powerless to do anything about it.

Hrothgar was covered in blood. He had received many wounds, some of them deep and he was breathing heavily. He took hold of my hand and grasped it tightly. 

"This is an ending as I would have wished it Nano," he said, trickles of blood oozing from his mouth, "a hero's death so that I can ascend to Valhalla."

"No, Hrothgar, hang on. We'll be with Goddess Eostra soon and her healing powers will help you."

"No, my friend, I am beyond any help now."

I gripped onto his hand as he expelled a breathless wheeze from his lungs and went silent.

"No, Hrothgar, no."

The wolf let out a spine chilling howl. One of the maiden's touched me gently on the shoulder.

"It's no use Nano. The wolf's howl is a lament – a lament for the passing of a warrior of Goddess Freya. There is nothing you can do."

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We were a sad and forlorn group of figures assembled by the lake-side. Goddess Eostra, resplendent and restored to all her former glory in an emerald silk cloak embroidered with gold eggs and primroses and a circle of flowers around her long golden hair; the wolf, whose blood stained fur had been cleaned and was again pure white, Hanz Springstein the clockmaker, the feathers removed from his body; the nine acolytes now restored to their full beauty in light green silk and chiffon dresses that clung to their slender bodies; the nine white swans, converted back to their former splendour, floated serenely on the water; the nine magical snow white hares sat on the lakeside and, finally, there was me, my head bowed in sadness and respect for a fallen companion and a true servant of the Goddesses. 

On the centre of the lake one of Goddess Eostra's shell-shaped boats, restored to its former magnificence, bobbed gently on the water, the sunlight reflecting off its golden bows. Lain out in the boat was the body of Hrothgar, his face pallid in death, his trusty sword and axe by his side. 

"I am a life-giving Goddess and it saddens me to see any hurt or death, especially to one who has served the cause of the Goddesses so bravely," Goddess Eostra announced gravely.

"Yes Goddess," I replied, "during our mission we came to understand and respect one another. I remember, when were imprisoned in the castle he told me how his greatest desire was to die a hero's death and join his beloved Goddess Freya in Valhalla. It is a sad end to my mission, but Hrothgar would be honoured with how he met his end; aiding a fellow slave in the service of the Goddesses."

Goddess Eostra nodded sagely. She pulled back her bow and let an arrow shoot high into the sky. As it descended it burst into flames and fell into the boat with Hrothgar's body setting the whole vessel aflame. We watched quietly as the gilded wood of the shell boat burned taking Hrothgar's body with it as plumes of smoke ascended into the air.




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 05



"A fitting end for a slave of a Goddess from the Norse lands," said Goddess Eostra, tears of compassion and regret in her eyes. 



The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 06



The Chronicles of Slave Nano No.6: The Proclamation of Goddess Freyja and the Mission to the Norse-lands to seek out the Golden Apple of Immortality.

By Goddess Nemesis and Slave Nano

"Slave Nano, today there will be a visitor to my dungeon."

Goddess Nemesis had expressed her satisfaction on the completion of my mission and had conveyed the gratitude of Goddess Eostra to me for my part in restoring her talismans, the nine mystical white hares, the nine white swans and the nine handmaidens to her. I had even been presented with a token of thanks from her, a pressed buttercup, which I had carefully picked up from the dungeon floor to keep safely as an object that I would forever treasure as a symbol of gratitude from the world of Goddesses for completing the mission that had been set for me. I knew from experience of my servitude to Goddess Nemesis that I should avoid false pride but it is hard for a slave not to feel some glow of satisfaction when his mistress expresses gratitude for a completed task.

However, her words had brought me back down to earth. They presaged the hint of some new challenge. I speculated what form that might be. I anticipated that she might have invited another slave to her dungeon that day. It would not be unusual for Goddess to have me assist her in the torment of another of her slave's or have me service a slave in some way to amuse her.

I had already been blindfolded and secured to the end of the rack in her dungeon, on my knees my arms stretched out and my wrists locked to the end of her rack, my ankles chained together.

"Slave Nano, will you be able to hold that position for a little while, whilst I go to greet my visitor?"

It would be strenuous but I knew that this was a position I knew I must endure.

"Yes, Goddess," I said.

I heard Goddess Nemesis's footsteps withdraw from her dungeon leaving me alone. The symbols of my servitude to Her weighed heavily on me, the nipple clamps with the 'N' attached to them and the clamp around my balls and the heavy 'N' shaped weight pulling on them. I was left to contemplate what fate Goddess had planned for me today.

It was some time later, many minutes after the eerie dungeon music that had been playing switched off, that I heard movement in Goddess's dungeon. My heart raced with anticipation, fear and longing. The identity of Goddess's visitor would soon be revealed to me.

I was conscious of a powerful presence in the dungeon. Then, as if by some conjuror's trick, I felt the blindfold start to lift up from my eyes. When she had blindfolded me Goddess Nemesis had cunningly fastened a long cord to its front and draped it over a hook on the beam. As the cord was lifted from my eyes all became revealed to me as I looked upon a female figure illuminated by the glow of a red spotlight that lit up the dungeon gloom. From across the dungeon I faced a Goddess silhouetted in the aura of a mystical red light in all her awesome beauty and power. As I knelt before her in supplication awaiting whatever fate would befall me the full meaning of Goddess Nemesis's words struck me as the identity of the guest to her dungeon was revealed to me.

I was confronted by an angry and icy stare looking at me through a face framed by long golden tresses. Around her shoulders was a cape of silver grey fur over a short dress of glittering gold material. Around her neck was a golden necklace set with red stones, which glittered in the dungeon spotlight that illuminated her presence. On her head she wore a circlet of gold from which hung a gauze veil. Her long legs were encased from the knee down in silver fox fur matching her cape and crossed with bands of gold cloth like a female Viking warrior and silver fox fur gloves completed her wondrous apparel. In her hand she held a scroll of parchment as she stood majestically waiting to pass Her judgement.

The impact of this magnificent figure was overpowering as she stood before me a stunning vision in gold and fur.

There was no doubt in my mind that this was Goddess Freyja herself. I recognised the necklace as the Brisangamen from Hrothgar's description of it. The skill of the craftsmanship of the dwarves that fashioned it was remarkable and it was every bit as magnificent of my imagining of it from the description I had been given. She was every bit as beautiful and powerful as Hrothgar had described her. Seeing this Norse Goddess in the flesh I could well understand Hrothgar's devotion to her. She had come from the frozen lands of the north, had stepped out of the realms of Norse mythology to be in Goddess Nemesis's dungeon. I was fearful, and with just reason. It could only mean one thing; that I was about to face a moment of reckoning and judgement.

Her voice, icy and seething with anger, carried across Goddess's dungeon.

Hearken to the Proclamation of Goddess Freyja. The One who is named Slave Nano, I bring you to account for the passing of My 'Hero' warrior Hrothgar.



You marvellously helped and accomplished the rescue and restoration of Goddess Eostra's acolytes, sacred swans and hares. All this was a great and wondrous achievement considering the overwhelming odds against the success of this mission. But, Nano, slave of the Goddess Nemesis, how miserably and despicably you have failed a fellow slave, a brother in servitude, a "bonded by adversity" companion who I am positive would have lay down his life rather than shine with tarnished glory like yours. Yes, Hrothgar would rather have perished than leave a spiritual kinsman to his fate, his honour as a warrior would have been diminished, his self worth shrivelled if such an act of cowardice had been his. What have you to say? Do you understand of what I bring before you?



My fate had been cast. My head dropped to my chest with despondency as I was confronted with the full weight of the reckoning that I faced.

"Yes, Goddess Freyja, I fully comprehend the charges that are being made against me," I replied.



Yes, Hrothgar bade you leave him, bade you save the Goddess Eostra's talismans and handmaidens. But, Nano, all you saw was what was before your eyes, you did not interpret the portends, the implications of the battle scene. My warrior Hrothgar, my sacred white wolf Algiz, whose name means protection, they needed your intervention not your escape. They needed the intuition, the fortitude of mind, the stillness of thought that your Goddess, the Goddess Nemesis, has always tried to instil into you. You have been trained in these ideals. You have not been trained to battle, you have not been taught that fight and resistance is the way to win and conquer, have you?



Nano, you witnessed my brave Hero Hrothgar battling the wolves, you marvelled at his prowess with 'serpent breath', his mystical sword, his sword Nano, forged by the Norse earth dwarves, the same four dwarves who created my wonderful golden necklace, the Brisingemen. You stood and watched my faithful companion Algiz, the loyal white wolf, protect and fight alongside my chosen Hero, and still you failed to receive any meaning behind these portends? Why would a Goddess send one of her talismans if she knew that it would be in vain? Why would I have given you and Hrothgar the protection of Algiz to squander? Algiz is the embodiment of the runic stone symbolising protection. In our Norse mythology Algiz serves as a mirror for the spiritual warrior, this is why I sent her Nano.



And you, you had in your possession a fragment of the mirror, yes a small piece of the magical reflecting glass from which the Mirror of Time was created. Yet you wasted its powers, you squandered its uses, you minimised its potency. Nano, ultimately by your action of throwing this mystical fragment, the whole mission has been nullified.



Shall I tell you a little of what was ordained to happen Nano? A little of why Hrothgar was chosen as my champion to accomplish this mission with you? Nano, as you know the Rune Stones are a sacred and powerful tool in my world, their names and attributes are spiritual, mystical but also of a human character. Hrothgar at his naming ceremony was given the name Tiw, 'The Warrior', this is the rune of the spiritual warrior but the battle of a spiritual warrior is also a battle with the self. With this runic symbol, Nano, comes the knowledge that the universe always has the first move, that patience is a virtue, to look inward and conquer, but in compassion and total trust. Also, the warrior rune denotes perseverance, courage and determination. Now Nano, Hrothgar was not short of any of these warrior attributes, except patience. His way was never to wait but to action, to battle, to delve with sword. Even in his rutting with the wenches in my hall, his ardour was always fevered.



I chose to send him, Nano, as your companion when your Goddess appealed for aid so that some of your Goddess's wisdom and spiritual sustenance may transmit from Her through you and into him. You, I am sure, could have taught him the virtue of patience Nano. But, now the wolves have demolished him. Your Goddess's training of you has partly been in vain; you failed to look inward, you, in fact, acted as rashly and unpremeditated as Hrothgar when he was an acolyte warrior. Nano, if only you had used the fragment of mirror wisely.



You must have seen the amulet around Algiz's neck depicting the runic symbol of protection? As a true slave, aren't you supposed to know and memorise the symbols and talismans of All Goddesses. You should have known by her presence at the battle of her importance to myself and Hrothgar. She serves as a mirror for the Spiritual Warrior, Nano, and as such, if only you had reflected her image with the mystical mirror fragment onto Hrothgar he would have been magnified, over and over again, for as long as you shone her image on Hrothgar. Many, many Hrothgars, brave warriors all, could have fought and defeated the ravaging pack of howling, perverted wolves belonging to the Baron von Hellzencoq.



But no, you threw it, but to what avail? For now the evil Baron and his bi-sexual wife are in possession of this piece of mirror, they found it after you fled, and have now released the Wizard Hammah from his elongated fucking session with the clone girl, and they are once again strong and undefeated. The Goddess Eostra has her powers returned to Her, yes, which is thanks to you and Hrothgar's mission to restore her handmaidens and sacred talismans, but the perversions in her magical castle of Everstein go on, her lands are being sullied and desecrated still, and the debauchery is even worse than before, as their adult sexual theme park is almost ready to be opened. But, Nano, the restoration of all this must be left in all the Goddess's hands for now. As a sisterhood, we must decide the best course of action before we act against them once more.



Now, I, The Goddess Freyja, will tell you why I asked your Goddess if I could confront you today.



Nano, Slave of Goddess Nemesis, I, Goddess Freyja am displeased and angry with you, the collared slave property of a sister Goddess. I have come here to Goddess Nemesis's dungeon domain to enact vengeance upon you. To punish you and make you suffer, as Hrothgar suffered, through your thoughtless actions.



For Slave Nano, Hrothgar still suffers. Yes Nano, even though Hrothgar my chosen Hero is now residing is Asgard, in my Hall of Volksvang, he is unhappy. He is languishing. Hrothgar is spending his days and nights in the home of the Aesir Goddesses and Gods. Yes, he serves me, he feasts, drinks and ruts his way through the many halls of Asgard, singing songs, swapping riddles and reciting sagas with all his fallen warrior comrades. But still he is unhappy Nano. He pleases me, his long golden hair and battle toughened muscles glow in the shine of my lamps and gold framed mirror and his deep voice tells me of his adoration, joyousness and reverence when I call him to my sacred ocelot-skinned bed, but I know he pines. I. the Goddess Freyja, the Norse Goddess of War, the Goddess of the living and the dead, I know he aches for his days as a fighting warrior. He needs to feel the thrusting of 'serpent breath' his death bringing sword, not just the thrusting of devotion of his Goddess.



I sense his dreams are filled with the cries of battle and glory, of defeating the foes and enemies of his Goddess. He longs to stride out again, wearing the winged helmet and bearing the raven symbol of his Goddess. But, you Nano, have doomed him to a life of pleasure, and he wasn't ready, Nano, he doesn't have the patience to be content with the Nirvana he finds himself residing in. He longs to serve me again, as a Warrior Hero, not just as a devotional stallion. Do you see, Nano? And there is a way; there is one way to return him to his status. There is a chance for you to repair and atone for the damage done to my cocksure heroic champion. But that way is dangerous. To do this service for Hrothgar will require bravery to match his. It will require the cunning and strategy and stillness of thought that your Goddess has trained you in. Are you willing slave Nano, slave of the Goddess Nemesis, to maybe even sacrifice yourself to release Hrothgar your friend from his fate?



Well, the way is this; Nano, I must tell you a little of the way of life in the Norse Goddess's lands. It is a life full of portends and mystery, of ancient landscapes and powerful forces. Not all our Goddesses are benevolent; some are vengeful. Not all our warriors are honourable; some are savage and undisciplined such is the way of the Norse. We also have Gods, who apart from the all powerful Odin are inferior in supremacy to the Godesses. Some are resentful of this; one such God is Loki, the trickster God. Of him you must beware.



To demonstrate Nano I shall tell you of one of his terrible deeds. In the Norse lands there is no number so unlucky as thirteen. Once in Valhalla, there was a feast for twelve Gods but Loki went uninvited and he played an evil game. Baldur was a favourite of Odin; he was good, but he had a weakness, yes a fatal weakness, he could be killed by mistletoe. Loki knew this but he tricked Baldur's brother Hod, who was blind, to throw a sprig of mistletoe at his brother. This Hod did, believing it to be a lucky sprig of rowan berries. Baldur died and Loki laughed and ever since then thirteen is a terribly unlucky number.



Now Slave Nano, it is possible to undo Hrothgar's fate and as you are the sole reason he resides in Asgard, you must be the only one to be sent to help him, as we Norse say, "Destiny is All." You must travel far. Far you must journey to the lands of the deepest north, to the hidden ravines and glacial mountains of the frozen forests of the far end of the earth itself. There Nano you must search for Yggdrasil, the World Tree. As you must know, Yggdrasil is the tree of life and is a huge sacred ash tree; the ash is a very auspicious and empowering tree. There are many ash trees in my lands Nano, but only one Yggdrasil. Beneath its spreading branches and ancient trunk, there, entangled within its roots is the eveil serpent Nauthiz, whose runic symbol denotes pain and constraint.. Nauthiz dwells unseen and undetected in the earth guarding and supporting Yggdrasil; but it has another function, Nano. This serpent also guards fate, for in an ancient cave, set within the earth's deepest recesses next to the roots of Yggdrasil, the Tree of Life, there lives The Goddess Erda. Deep in her mystical cave Goddess Erda feeds the world's spirit from her sacred fountain; the magical waters of which nurture and create wisdom in anyone who drinks a drop of its wondrous crystal clearness.



The Goddess Erda is one of the Sister Goddesses of Fate, The Three Norns, associated with past, present and future. The Goddess Erda is the eldest; she is charged with powers to bend fate. The sisters sit and spin the destiny and doom of all Norse and it is to Erda's cave you must go Nano. Goddess Erda is willing to help Hrothgar; she has the power within her to unravel the strands of his weave of life and re-spin them, but to do this she needs an amulet, a lock of hair or some other personal possession of Hrothgar's to enable her to bend his fate, to open the door of Asgard for one moment to allow his re-entry into my war hall. But, Nauthiz guards the cave well; it is not in his interest to undo anyone's destiny. He is a jealous and vengeful creature and it will take all your fortitude to outwit him. He comes from his subterranean lair once a day, at mid-day and again during the hours of darkness to feed and prowl his domain, slithering silently through villages and homesteads in search of prey. The only facts I can tell you Nano to help your mission is a serpent will not, and dare not, touch the shadow of an ash tree; thus is his habit of emerging at noon and the dark hours. He lives beneath it but fears it's shadow, such is the sacredness of the ash tree.



In our mythology we use the earth itself and all things of nature as oracles and guidance. The sky, the ocean, the wind all have messages for eyes that see and ears that hear.



Slave Nano, although you are not a Norse man, you of all Goddess's slaves will hear and act in accordance to your training this time. The serpent Nauthiz is very fond of sagas. Perhaps he hasn't heard a saga heralding my chosen Hero Hrothgar's bravery in the battle against perversion and depravity. It may lull him and disarm him against you. Are you able to mimic a skald, a travelling teller of tales? It may entertain Nauthiz, hearing of Hrothgar's deeds.



The only help and talisman I can offer you is Hrothgar's horse, Flame-Stepper. Hrothgar's black stallion will meet with you. Do not make yourself known to him; he will be there, you will observe him, but do not acknowledge him. When the time is right Flame-Stepper will come to your aid.



It is time for you to leave Goddess Nemesis's domain now to go to my lands. You must wear the protective garments to help you pass the many perils of the dark uncharted forests of the North. You will be as a shadow-walker, a sceadugengan, unnoticed, unchallenged, unless you fall into the hands of the wild-haired trolls who inhabit the ravines and valley passes. The trolls would take you and use you as a slave, but unmercifully. There is also the cave dwarves who go about their business of gold-digging morning till night-fall and who, if they saw you, would think you had come to steal their secrets and treasures. They have caves, deep in the earth's bowels, where they torment and torture prisoners, so be on your guard Nano. They revere the God Loki and hold no devotion for any Goddess. They serve only Loki and their lust for gold. The cave dwarves who belong to the Ica tribe have the ice symbol as their rune. Ignore its message at your peril Nano. As a sceadugengan you may pass undetected as they will not be above ground during the shadow-time.



If you succeed to Goddess Erda's cave and present her with Hrothgar's amulet the Goddess will have to work her mystical powers on them. Do not be alarmed Nano, by an act you witness; we Norse Goddess's have entirely different means of invoking our wishes and demands to any you have seen before.



Goddess Erda will, if all goes well, present you with a sacred apple. This must be transported to Hrothgar in my Hall of Volksvang in Asgard for him to eat. This sacred apple will have been grown by the Goddess Iduna. It is a Golden Apple of Immortality and is associated with resurrection and eternal youth. By eating the Golden Apple of Goddess Iduna, along with the potent magic of Goddess Erda, my chosen champion will be restored to his past, his doom undone, his fate unspun.




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This is your chance to show your Goddess, Goddess Nemesis, that her slave, Slave Nano, has all the right attributes to send on further missions. Maybe, just for once, you Nano, can be a slave to be proud of, just as Hrothgar is my Warrior Hero, chosen Champion of The Goddess Freyja.



Goddess Freyja had finished her proclamation.

Her judgement on me was fair and just. Once again I had misread the symbols and talismans that had been offered to me by the Goddesses to guide me towards a successful mission. I knew that Hrothgar had talked openly of a welcoming a hero's death so that he could ascend to Asgard and take his place in Goddess Freyja's Hall. I knew that at the crucial and fatal point of the battle with Baron von Hellcencoq's men and wolves he had called out insisting that I depart with Goddess Eostra's talismans. All of this was to be expected from Goddess Freyja's warrior servant, who had been trained in the selfless and loyal defence of Her cause.

I realised now that it was my place to show him another path, that there was an alternative to a glorious death, and that I had failed him miserably. I understood now that the tools were all available to me for Hrothgar to be victorious in battle and yet still escape with his life. I felt despondency in my failures; yet again my perception and judgement had failed me at a critical moment. And I was saddened. What Goddess Freya had said was true we were companions "bonded in adversity" and in the intensity of capture and conflict a mutual respect had grown between us. Yet now, I felt as though I had betrayed him.

Goddess Freyja's eyes flashed with war-like anger, her presence towered over me fair and cruel, her voice rang out again.

"Slave Nano, do you accept the mission that is laid before you?"

"Yes, Goddess Freyja. I acknowledge my failures and your judgement on me is just. I would do anything that I could to atone for my errors. In adversity we had grown into close companions and I was genuinely saddened by his passing. My only consolation was that he had died a hero's death and passed onto the hall of warrior's where he wanted his resting place to be, but I can see now that this has proved to be an illusion and that he was not ready to take his place in the land of Asgard. Goddess Freyja, I would do whatever is necessary to bring Hrothgar back to the place he belongs, as your champion."

"I realise that you are genuinely saddened by Hrothgar's plight, but that is not enough, you need to make recompense to me, Goddess Freyja, for you failings. The icy lands of the Norse kingdoms are full of perils Slave Nano. I have described some of them to you. This task will not be easy."

"Yes, Goddess Freyja I recognise that but it is my duty to complete this task just as I know Hrothgar would have done this for me if our places were reversed."

"Good, Slave Nano, then you must prepare yourself for your journey. You must enter the Norse kingdoms as one of the sceadugengan, a shadow walker, disguised as a beast so that you can pass through the nine Norse worlds undetected and with your true task hidden. I have prepared the attire for your mission."

Goddess Freyja unchained me from Goddess Nemesis's rack and gestured for me to remove the symbols of servitude on my person. She passed me a black one piece body suit, which I put on. Then, she offered me a hood in the shape of a wolf's head. I pulled the wolf hood over my head and Goddess Freyja led me to a mirror where I could see my transformation.

"You will take the form of a wolf in my land. You will be the wolf-man, shadow walker. This will help you to blend into the Norse world so that your true purpose can be disguised."

She fixed me with a haughty and frosty look.

"Slave Nano, you realise that there can be no escape from my retribution, that before you leave on your mission to atone for your errors you must face the wrath of Goddess Freyja. You must submit to the punishment that I will inflict in recompense for the loss of one of my most faithful warriors."

"Yes Goddess Freyja, I realise that I must be punished."

"Yes, and the punishment will be severe."

"I understand Goddess Freyja. I would not expect anything else from you."

She ordered me onto Goddess Nemesis's whipping bench. I felt the fur of her cloak against me as she leant across to tighten the leather straps around my body. She pulled out the mirror at the end of Goddess Nemesis's bench so that I was forced to stare back at the wolf-like visage I had been transformed into and reflect on my failings. Goddess Freyja's voice was full of anger.

"Slave Nano, the punishment I have devised for you is apt. You will be forced to feel the razor sharp teeth of the wolves just as Hrothgar felt them when they brought him to his doom."

I gasped as I felt sharp metal prongs dig into me and being run across my back. I guessed that it must be Goddess Nemesis's pin wheel.

"Do you feel them," she whispered angrily in my ear.

"Yes, Goddess Freyja," I muttered as the sharp pricks dug deeper into my flesh.

"Imagine what Hrothgar must have felt as the wolves' teeth sank into him. It's painful isn't it? But then you must suffer the same pain for me before I release you into the frozen wastes of the Norse lands."

"Yes, Goddess Freyja," I gasped.

Whilst I lay strapped down on my front, my back-side exposed to her, Goddess Freyja continued my torment by pushing a thick dildo into my arse. Then I felt another, even sharper, pain as goddess Freyja attached a severe metal clamp onto my balls. I couldn't see the implement she was using from the position I was strapped into but it nipped sharply into the sensitive skin of my testicles. My whole body strained against the straps with the pain. It took an enormous effort of will not to scream out in pain. I knew that I was not as brave as Hrothgar and that he must have suffered far more extreme pain from the razor like teeth and claws of the wolves and the swords and axes of Baron von Hellcencoq's men during the battle before his fall. This made it even more important for me to endure goddess Freyja's punishment without betraying my lack of bravery knowing that Hrothgar must have endured much more.

I was just starting to adjust to the pain from the clamp when Goddess Freyja added another. I gasped as she removed one clamp and then moved it into a new position. I breathed heavily into the wolf's head mask.

"Take your punishment Slave Nano. You are experiencing only a fraction of the pain that my champion endured when the wolves brought him down."

"Yes Goddess Freyja," I gasped. "I know I must suffer. I need to suffer for you Goddess Freyja to atone for my failings. Please make me suffer for you," I pleaded.

A clamp was squeezed open, released and moved into another position. By now I could hardly tell which was more painful, the release of the clamp as the blood came rushing back to the sensitive nerve endings in my balls or the claw like pinching sensation as the clamp dug into a new piece of flesh. Goddess Freyja started to push the dildo further into me. It penetrated deeply and I could feel the sensation of the walls of my back passage extending to take it. She pushed it in and out. Then she added yet another clamp to my balls and adjusted the positions of the other two. My head was reeling and I could do nothing to anticipate where the next pain was coming from or brace myself for it. How long could I endure this torment? I knew the answer to that; until goddess Freyja decided I had suffered enough to satisfy her and warrant letting me go and I knew that she was as severe and demanding Goddess as my own Goddess Nemesis.

Luckily for me she had decided that a just punishment had been extracted and she released me, untying the leather straps that had kept me bound onto the bench. I lifted my body heavily and wearily from the bench and got onto my feet, dazed and unsteady, my head still whirling with pain.

Her fierce blue eyes framed by the long golden tresses stared into my wolf's eyes.

"Slave Nano, before you depart, there is one thing I need to do. In order to create the golden apple of immortality that will un-spin the thread of Hrothgar's fate Goddess Erda will need a possession of his to weave her magic. Here, you must take this."

Goddess Freyja handed me a piece of black jet on a purple cord that was etched with a rune.

"This was Hrothgar's. Keep it safe, you will need it at the very end of your quest to offer to Goddess Erda. Now, Slave Nano, you must go. Do you understand your mission? Is there anything you wish to say to me before you depart for the icy wastes of my Nordic kingdom."

"Goddess Freyja, your punishment of me has been fair and just. Hrothgar grew to be a true friend and companion to me. I was saddened by his fate and at the time genuinely believed it was the noble end that he embraced. But Goddess Freyja has made me see my errors and understand that his fate should have been different if it were not for my decisions. I understand my responsibility and would do anything for you in my power to restore your champion."

"Yes Slave Nano, I believe you, which is why I am giving you a chance to atone for your errors," her voice had almost softened a little before returning to its icy hardness. "But your path is laid out for you and you will need all your intuition and courage to complete the task I have set. As for failure -- well, Slave Nano, you should not countenance it because, as you have seen, my wrath will have no bounds then."

This was Goddess Freyja's parting comment before I set off on my way, a shadowy black figure in a wolf's head. I caught one more glance at Goddess Freyja before I left and was awed by her war-like beauty. She stood her legs apart, her feet and ankles in fur boots wrapped in gold. The flesh of her powerful thighs below her glittering golden dress and the fur cloak wrapped around her. She was an imposing figure. Seeing her in the flesh I could well understand Hrothgar's devotion to her.

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The power of Goddess Freyja's magic transported me direct from Goddess Nemesis's dungeon to the snow covered wastes of the domains of the Norse deities. I surveyed the scene before me. There was a wide icy valley where in past millennia a glacier had driven its way through the land to create this frosty and desolate landscape. The wind swept across the frozen wastes from the overlooking mountains that shadowed the frozen forests and ravines. It was a harsh environment and seeing the landscape that Hrothgar had been raised in I could appreciate how resilient he would become to hardship. The icy wind blew penetrated my bones even though I was protected by black suit the Goddess Freyja had provided me with. My wolf's head scanned over the snow covered valley; paths led across the mountains and another wound it way into the dense pine forest that covered the base of the valley. My task was to seek out the Yggdrasil tree, the tree of life at the centre of the Norse world. Yet, I had no idea where I was or which direction to go in and I had been given no guidance by Goddess Freyja. This was my first challenge; to find the tree.

I followed a path to a leafless tree which gave me a higher vantage point across the valley and beyond so that I could seek out any clues. I cast my eyes across the icy valley but could see no guide as to the correction direction to take. Suddenly, I heard movement in the branches from the tree above and in a flash a man dropped down and, like a bird swooping to catch its prey, landed next to me. I was startled.

"I recognise your attire," the figure said, "you are a sceadugengan, doomed to pass as a shadow through the nether world between life and death. Are you lost? I can give you aid if you need it."

He stared at me curiously with intense blue eyes. His young face, framed with long blonde hair and short cut beard, protruded out from a huge cloak of brown and white feathers, which I recognised as being from a falcon. The long cloak covered his whole body. It was as if he had been turned into a falcon with a man's head.

This was a test of judgement for me. So often in the service of Goddess Nemesis and my missions to aid Goddess Eoastra I had made wrong choices with dire, and in the case of Hrothgar, fatal consequences. So often I had returned to Goddess Nemesis's dungeon with a false satisfaction for a completed task only to find that I had misread some vital sign. What judgement should I make of this feathered and winged stranger; a bird-man just as I had been transformed into a wolf-man. He appeared to be aware of my presence as if he was expecting me. Was this a positive thing or not? Should I trust him?

The cloak of falcon feathers was a clue. I racked my sparse knowledge of Norse tales and everything that Hrothgar had told me about his world when we were both imprisoned. Then, I remembered him saying that Goddess Freyja herself possessed a cloak of falcon feathers and that she would often loan it to her brother Freyr. I faced another fateful decision but this knowledge was sufficient to make me trust the stranger.

The falcon-man could sense that I was weighing him up and he spoke again.

"I have been sent here by Goddess Freyja to guard the secret portal into her kingdom, which you have just passed through."

This appeared to confirm what I thought; that this stranger was an agent of Goddess Freyja and had been put there to guide me. But yet, I was still wary. There was a mischievous glint in the stranger's eye that made me cautious even though all the evidence before me suggested what he said was true. How else could he have possession of Goddess Freyja's falcon feather cloak? Finally, after careful consideration, I replied.

"I seek the Yggdrasil tree."

His eyes widened and lit up with curiosity.

"O Sceadugengan, for what purpose do you seek out the tree of life at the heart of the Norse kingdoms."

"I'm sorry, but that is not for me to divulge even to the protector of the gateway to the Goddess Freyja's domain."

I held back from revealing the true nature of my purpose.

"Very good wolf-man. I have been put here by the Goddess Freyja to assist the shadow walkers on their way. If you seek out the Yggdrasil tree then you must take the path into the pinewoods. After a mile or so you will come to a clearing. Wait there until the rays of the sun are just above the canopies of the trees and the full moon is in the sky. You must be there when the sun and moon are in the sky at the same time and then your fate will be revealed."

I thanked the falcon-man and followed his instructions taking the path into the pinewoods that he had directed me to. The dark canopy of thick pine trees enveloped me, their branches thick with snow. My footsteps crunched on the crisp layer of snow and ice as I trudged along the path. I daren't stray from the path into the impenetrable blackness of the forest or I would certainly get lost. The pinewood was still and silent and I encountered no person or creature. It was as if no living thing would dare enter the forbidding forest. I soon reached the clearing and waited patiently until the moon had risen and became a luminous white globe in the dusky evening sky. The sun had sunk to the tops of the pine trees shedding an eerie orange glow over the clearing. It would be mid-summer the following night and the days were long and nights at their shortest in these northern lands.

Then I heard a rustling of trees and gruff loud voices approaching. My mistrust of the falcon-man resurfaced and I was fearful of where I had been led. A group of men burst into the clearing. They were giants compared to a normal man but with physiques that were squat and thick-set. They wore fur garments around them only for modesty but were otherwise protected from the freezing cold by thick layers of body hair that covered them. Trolls, I knew now that I had been lured into a trap. They grabbed hold of me roughly and tied my hands with rough twine from the forest floor. There were a group of twenty of them and they were strong and powerful. I knew that any physical resistance would be pointless. You fool Nano, I thought to myself, you've done it again. I had been warned of the troll woods by Goddess Freya and I had stumbled straight into them.

"Master will be pleased with us," the leader of the trolls grunted.

"Yes, master will reward us for this," another replied as I was bundled to the floor.

They were jumping around me excitedly shouting and grunting and pointing their crudely produced spears, whips and axes at me and taunting me in their rough language. Suddenly they all fell silent and awestruck. They turned around and knelt down to face the opposite side of the clearing. One of them exclaimed excitedly.

"Master Loki is among us."

"Oh master, master Loki, we've done as you ordered, we've captured the stranger for you master," the leader of the trolls called.

My folly had been revealed to me as I saw the falcon-cloaked figure for who he really was, Loki, the trickster God and Goddess Freyja's arch enemy.

"Yes, well done, now get up you fools," he barked.

His voice, gentle and persuasive when I had spoken to him earlier was now powerful and commanding.

"Now, you know what I want you to do. Torture him. I want information. I want to find out who sent him and what he is doing here. I know that Freyja is plotting against me."

"Master, can we roast him and eat him?" called one of the trolls.

"Look he's got such a lot of nice meat on him," said another prodding me with a spear as I lay on the floor.

"No, master Loki, I want to sit on him and squash him until he's turned to jelly," said another.

"Shut up you idiots. No you can't; at least not until I've got the information I need. Then," Loki smiled evilly at me, "you can do what you want with him. You've got until dawn when I will return. I expect you to have extracted what I want from him. You can use any means at your disposal."

Then Loki turned to me.

"So Goddess Freyja thinks she can sneak one of her spies into the Norse kingdoms without Loki knowing. We shall see about that. The trolls know no boundaries when it comes to torture. You ought to consider yourself lucky that I'm here or you would already have been chopped up and put in a broth by now. Tell me, what is your purpose in these lands and who sent you? Was it Freyja?"

I looked up at him from the ground.

"I will tell you nothing. My purpose is a secret and I won't reveal it to you."

Loki laughed out loud.

"Ha! We shall see about that. After a night with my trolls you'll soon talk." He turned to the trolls, "and you lot had better get some useful information out of him by the time I return."

Loki had left me in the hands of the trolls. They grunted excitedly at being handed someone to torture. They pushed me roughly, prodding me with the ends of their flint-tipped spears, their squat hirsute faces leering at me as they snarled insults. Two trolls held me roughly pulling my arms behind my back. Their leader, the largest and ugliest of the group, grinned at me revealing his rotting yellow teeth. I reeled at terrible smell as he put his face before me and breathed over me. He unzipped the black suit down to my crotch so that my cock and balls hung loose in full view of the band of trolls. He bellowed with laughter at the sight.

"Look at this puny thing," he bellowed with amusement, "do you call that a cock?"

Sneering laughter echoed around the clearing. He held his massive hand up in front of me so I could see his huge fingers and the thick layer of dirt beneath his fingernails. His hand moved down and flicked my cock hard.

"It's pathetic -.a feeble limp human cock."

He flicked the tip of my cock again and I flinched with the pain.




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"I bet it doesn't even get much bigger when it's hard."

"He probably can't even get it hard," another sniggered.

He prodded my balls with his flint spear the sharp edge digging into the soft flesh.

"That thing would get lost in a troll-woman's cunt. It's so small she wouldn't even know anything had entered her pussy."

Another troll pointed at my cock and called out to others, "That's so fucking small it wouldn't satisfy a human cunt let alone a troll-woman."

Peals of laughter spread through the band of trolls as they taunted me. I felt completely humiliated, having my cock and manhood treated with disdain by these squat faced trolls.

The leader ran the edge of the flint tipped spear across the glans of my cock causing me to collapse to my knees in pain. Another of the trolls approached and stood in front of me. He loosened his bear skin loin-cloth to uncover himself. There was a mass of wiry hair and protruding out of it the largest cock I had ever seen. It must have been at least a foot long and that was not even with a hard-on. It dangled in front of me between his legs. He took his cock in his hands and slapped me across the cheek with it. The other trolls laughed at the sport their friend was having with their captive. He hit me hard across the other cheek. I felt totally humiliated being beaten across the face with troll's cock. But my torment was not finished. The act of slapping me with his cock was turning the troll on. My eyes widened in amazement as I watched the huge cock swell up and harden before my very eyes. I had nothing but contempt for these mean spirited creatures but the sight of the troll's cock engorged and fully erect was, I had to admit, an awesome one.

"Suck it," the leader breathed in my ear.

The other trolls took up the command and started banging their spears against the ground and chanting in time to the rhythm.

"Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck!"

The trolls holding my arms back grasped my wolf's head and pushed it closer and closer to the huge erect penis and forced my lips onto it. Its girth was enormous and I wondered whether I would even be able to get my lips around it. The trolls were not going to be denied their sport. I felt the taste of moss and dirt in my mouth as one of them put his fingers in my mouth and pulled my lips back so that the troll could push his cock into the stretched orifice. My lips closed around it. The taste was foul. The troll had probably not bathed in years and the strong odour of dried and stale piss filled my mouth. It felt so humiliating to be taken in this way. The trolls continued their chant.

"Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck!"

My mouth was filled with the foul tasting piece of hard flesh which thrust into my throat as the trolls roared with laughter.

"Take a real cock, human, not like your pathetic shrivelled thing," their leader taunted.

The troll pushed his cock to the back of my throat as far as it could go causing me to gag on it. It was far too long for me to take it all in my mouth and I could see a huge length of it outside of my mouth. It was a throbbing piece of hard flesh with thick blue veins standing out from it. Like the trolls themselves it was an ugly brute of a thing now it was fully erect. The rhythmic beat of the spears on the ground continued but the words of the chant changed.

"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!" the trolls were screaming.

I realised that my humiliation and torment had not finished. The troll withdrew his cock from my wolf mouth and started to masturbate over me. The band of trolls was now in a state of ecstatic and aroused excitement as they watched. The blue veins on the cock throbbed menacingly as the troll brought himself to a climax squirting streams of hot cum all down my chest. I could see the muscles of the huge member tighten and see the spunk run along the length it. There was wave after wave of spasms as the hot sticky substance spunked over me and started to trickle down my body. I had never seen so much cum released in one go before. I was completely humiliated to look down and see my torso covered in huge globules of spunk. The rhythm of the chant broke into peals of laughter.

They dragged me away the cum still clinging to my body and two of them pulled the black suit off my body so that I was now completely naked save for the wolf's head mask. They suspended me from the lower branch of one of the pine trees tying my wrists with strong twine. My feet were spread out so that my toes touched the ground to provide me with just enough support with my ridiculed cock dangling forlornly between my legs. It was an uncomfortable and strenuous position and I knew that I couldn't last stretched out like this until dawn broke.

My torment was far from over. Muscular arms wrapped more twine around the end of my cock and pulled tightly with all their strength squeezing the flaccid object until I squealed in pain. More twine was wrapped around the base of my balls and pulled tight. The lengths of twine were then thrown over a branch into the hands of another troll. He pulled one cord and my cock jerked up in the air. He released it and it dropped down again. He pulled the other cord as hard as he could and the sac of my balls stretched and I gasped in pain. He carried on playing with me like this manipulating my cock and balls like they were little marionettes whilst the group of trolls howled with laughter at my predicament.

A few other trolls had returned to the clearing carrying some dried undergrowth from the forest with them which they piled on the ground underneath my genitals. I heard the sound of flint against flint, caught a glimpse of a red spark and listened to the hiss of kindling being ignited. My torment was going to be taken to another level. The dried branches and brushwood underneath me were set alight. I could hear the crackling of fire, could sense the flames leaping up from the ground and reaching up to my cock and balls and finally feel the intensity of the heat as it rose to envelop these sensitive parts of my body. I wriggled and squirmed but it was to no avail; there was no escape from the heat of the flames. Sparks leapt up from the fire raging underneath me and landed on my genitals making me jump in pain which only made me pull on my stretched out limps causing me yet more distress. For such stupid creatures the trolls had created an ingenious form of torment for me from which there was no escape. My muscles pulled and strained whilst my cock and balls became enveloped in an extreme heat.

If this wasn't torment enough they started poking me with the flint tipped spears again. The sharp flints dug into me. They took great pleasure in jabbing me in the arse with them using my back side as pin cushion. My rear must have been covered with red marks as they prodded, making me dance with pain.

"Enough of this fun," their leader called out. "We have to get down to business now. We all know what Loki wants from us."

The trolls gathered around me grunting in excitement. Then the beating started; first using their rough whips made of twine across my back-side laughing after each stroke lashed me and sent my body spinning. Three of them took it in turns. This was only a warming up as they taunted me with their wooden clubs and spears. My body would soon be so bruised and broken that I would stand no chance of getting to the Yggdrasil tree and completing the mission for Goddess Freya. They danced up and down banging the grounds with their clubs, laughing and shouting. This was a cruel sport and they were enjoying every minute of it.

"Tell us! Tell us what our master Loki wants to know," they called.

"We'll crush your bones until you tell us," the leader taunted.

I had to think my way out of this. The flames were raging underneath me. The twines were tied too tightly for me to escape and, even if I could, I was not strong enough to take on one, let alone a band of twenty, of the giant trolls. I had to find some way of wresting control of the situation away form them. I had a flash of inspiration. Trolls, I thought, stupid and obedient....and very superstitious. My only chance was to play on their fears.

I lifted my head back and let out an enormous spine-tingling howl.

"Hoooooooowl, ooooooooowl, hooooowl."

Wolves had crossed my paths on numerous occasions on my missions, sometimes as friends and guides like the wolf who helped me get into the Goddess's temple in Constantinople, others, like Baron von Hellcencoq's, deadly enemies. I had heard the blood chilling call of wolves before and my aim was to emulate it. It mustn't sound like a howl of pain but a heart-felt call into the frozen wastes.

The trolls stopped their beating and looked confused and fearful. Their whole demeanour was transformed and their faces froze in terror. I had to take advantage of the opportunity I had fashioned for myself. My wolf head nodded and caught the eye of the troll who appeared to by their leader.

"You fools," I called out disdainfully. I decided to use the same tone of voice that Loki had used so successfully to command them. "Have you any idea who I am -- a sceadugengan. I have powers beyond your imagining. Can you imagine the forces that support me that can turn a man into wolf. Have you not heard of the wolf's bane? The curse that will descend on your tribe if you harm a wolf shaped shadow walker?"

The trolls hesitated and muttered amongst themselves. One of them called out to me.

"But Loki is our master --he's ordered us to torture you."

"Idiots. There are more potent forces in these lands than Loki. Don't you see that he is just using you? He knows he daren't touch me without the wolf-bane descending on him so he has got you to do is dirty work and then disappeared leaving you to face its curse."

The trolls looked blankly at each other. I could see that I had touched a nerve. Now that I had wrested the initiative from them I pressed my advantage.

"My protector is Algiz. My call was to her to come to my aid."

I trusted to fortune and intuition and was well rewarded for the risk I had taken. It was clear that the name was known to them and that it struck them with terror. Then, to my astonishment, from the woods outside the clearing came a sound, a spine-chilling howl that echoed my own. I couldn't believe my luck. Perhaps some real wolves had heard my call and were responding. It was a stroke of good fortune as it gave credence to my claims. The trolls were awe struck and terrified. I called out to them.

"Release me now, or the curse of the wolf's-bane will soon be upon you."

The trolls started to untie the twine ropes around my ankles. A second howl resonated around the clearing.

Hooooooooooowl, Hoooooooooooowl.

This one was much closer as if it was just outside the clearing. The trolls were agitated with fear but instead of untying me they fled as fast as they could away from the direction of the wolf's call.

Oh shit, I thought. I was so close. If only the second call had not sounded I am sure they would have released me. Now, here I was left dangling from the tree. As I contemplated how I could escape from this new twist in my fate I heard laughing as another figure entered the clearing. It was not Loki, though. This young man had a nobler aspect. He was handsome, clothed in a soft leather jerkin and thick fur cloak. On his head was a jewel encrusted helm wrought of gold, the craftsmanship as skilled as that of the Brisingamen. He had long striking blonde hair and was clean shaven. He had a broad smile on his face as if he had been watching my encounter with the trolls and enjoying it. There was a look in his eye that seemed familiar. It reminded me of Goddess Freyja; not her cruel icy stare but that moment when she spoke softly to me after I had spoken of my regard for Hrothgar. He pulled out his sword and slashed through the twines with one mighty stroke causing me to tumble catching me so that I did not fall into the burning embers of the troll's fire, which amused him greatly.

"You have given me good entertainment, wolf-man. So tell me what brings you to these parts and how you have heard of the mighty Algiz, the white wolf of the Goddess Freyja."

I instinctively trusted this man far more than the stranger who had turned out to be Loki. I opened myself up to him.

"I am here on a task for the Goddess Freyja."

"Really," he laughed, "now I am intrigued. I can never keep up with the plotting of my sister."

"Your sister!" I exclaimed.

"That's right. I am Freyr, Goddess Freyja's brother and I am on a little quest of my own. You have just done me a favour. Loki is a trickster, but he is a coward at heart, and will be easily overwhelmed in open combat. But, Loki and a band of giant trolls is another matter altogether. Now you have driven them away with your tricks I can confront him and claim back what is mine, or my sister's to be more precise."

"the falcon-feather cloak?" I queried.

"Yes that's right. Loki appeared to me in the shape of a swan and offered me a draught of waters from the spring of Hvergelmir claiming it would bring me strength and long life but it was a trick. The waters were drugged with a sleeping draught and he took the falcon feather cloak from me as I slept. I had better get it back or when I return to Sessimuir I will face the wrath of my sister and there is nothing more fierce than a sibling's anger," he laughed.

"Yes, I can imagine," I concurred.

"Look, I don't need to know the details of my sister's plans -- I never meddle in the affairs of our quarrelsome deities but you have done me a favour and I like you wolf-man, so is there any way I can help you."

"Yes, there is," I replied, "I seek out the Yggdrasil tree."

"The Yggdrasil tree," a look of concern passed over his face. "Then my sister's cause is dire and your path a perilous one. I will not pry into her affairs but I urge care my friend. You are heading for a dangerous place. You have been warned of the serpent, Nauthiz, who protects the tree."

"Yes, Goddess Freyja told me of him."

"Then if that has to be your path I will give you directions. Also, beware Loki, the trickster god. He has fooled you once already and me, I have to confess, on many occasions. Be careful what beasts you trust. He is a shape-shifter and can transform himself into any creature."

Freya led me to the edge of the pine wood and pointed into the distance.

"See there my friend, there is a way between those mountains. It is a hidden path. Its entrance is marked by a stone with the runic symbol 'naudiz' for need. Follow the path through the valley until you come out to an open plain. In the middle of this plain you will find the tree --you cannot miss it. You have my best wishes wolf-man, you will need them."

"Thank you and I hope for your sake you recover your sister's cloak. I would not want to be on the wrong side of her wrath."

"Oh don't worry, I'm confident of that. I have no fear of facing Loki in his human form in an open fight. Goodbye my friend and good luck," he shouted back to me.

"Thank you," I called back as I trudged into the snow.

I had a long path ahead of me. Dawn was breaking, the short Norse summer night was over and day was ascending. It was the 21st June, the longest day but the shortest night, a mystical day that I hoped would be propitious for me.

My journey to the pass between the mountains was long and arduous but uneventful. I found the rune stone that marked the entrance to the secret passage and set off through the pass into the mountains. The wind howled and echoed around the icy mountain walls.

As Freyr had described the pass opened into a snow covered plain and in the distance I could see the tree. I had to compose myself. I had been calculating my strategy over the long walk. Goddess Freyja had provided me with a clue as to how the serpent could be defeated but it needed guile and timing. The worm was partial to sagas. Also, he would be fearful of the shadow cast by the tree. I had to use my skill as a story-teller to lure him into being so absorbed in a tale that he lost all sense of time. This was where the timing was so important. I could not keep his attention for seven or eight hours, that would be impossibly hard, but for a couple of hours of a northern mid-summer night, that might be possible. I had to believe that I could keep him captivated for long enough for the sun to ease above the horizon and let the tree cast its shadow. That was my plan. It sounded good in theory, but putting it into practise would be fraught with hazards.

A short distance away there was a small outcrop of rocks and I hid behind them for the moment. I looked on the tree from a safe distance and admired its awe inspiring power. It was a huge leafless ash tree, ancient and wizened, but full of mystical strength. Gazing into its gnarled branches was like looking into an enchantment. This was the centre of the Norse world, the tree of life, its branches extending into the sky to the heavens and its roots stretching deep into the earth - to the well Uroarbrunnr, the spring Hvergelmir and the well Mimisburnnr. I was awe-struck. This was the centre of the nine Norse worlds. All the Norse kingdoms, Goddess Freyja's included, revolved around this place and derived their strength from it.

The sun descended behind the mountains. The full moon cast its light across the plain lighting up the tree in a ghostly hue. The moment had come to face the serpent. Out of all my missions this was probably the most formidable opponent I had faced. Nauthiz was a fierce serpent who drew on all the power of the tree and was its chosen guardian. He had another role as well, and that was to guard fate. As Goddess Freyja had explained, this was a jealous and vengeful creature who will not permit anyone's destiny to be undone and who patiently watched over, not just the tree, but also the route to the cave where Godess Erda dwells. And I, Slave Nano, had to find some way to pass the serpent. Night had descended and Nauthiz had emerged from his subterranean lair deep in the roots of the Yggdrasil tree. I approached hesitantly. I needed to portray myself as a bewildered stranger lost in the forbidding frozen landscape. I must do nothing to betray my purpose or my knowledge of the cave beyond the tree. The black worm rose up towering over me, its razor sharp fangs spitting venom at me.

"None may pass," it hissed.

"I'm sorry mighty serpent. I mean no harm. I am only a weary traveller who has lost his way," I replied, trying to draw the serpent into a conversation.

"These lands are forbidden and none may pass the tree. How is it that you have passed into my domain in this form?"

"I am wolf-man and shadow walker, skald and story-weaver. My tale is a sorry one. I was given a wolf's head by a witch and now, being unable to get any gainful employment, I pass from village to village. If I am unlucky I am driven away by superstitious villagers fearful that I am a bad omen but if I am lucky they will listen to a story and give me a few coins to help me on my way."

"You are a story teller?" asked Nauthiz.

I had succeeded in arousing his curiosity.

"Yes, O magnificent worm, it is all that I can do. I can recite the Poetic Edda and stories of Odin and Thor. I can recite the tale of Beowulf and his battle with Grendel and Grendel's mother and his slaying of the dragon."

"No, no, they are of no interest to me," it hissed. "I've heard those sagas many times before. Do you know any other stories?"

"Why, yes, I used to be a servant in my mistress's hall of Sessrumnir where I picked up many tales of brave deeds told by warriors. Have you heard of any of the tales of Hrothgar? Not the Danish king who summoned Beowulf to his kingdom but Hrothgar the bold, Hrothgar the fierce -- the champion warrior of Goddess Freyja."




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 06



Nauthiz pondered. I waited expectantly.

"I will do a deal with you story-weaver. You cannot pass beyond the tree but If your tales are good and they entertain me then I will grant you safe passage back to the mountain pass. But, if I find your stories dull then I will stun you with the venom in my fangs and swallow you whole and my stomach juices will dissolve your flesh so I can digest you; all whilst you are still living and conscious. Not a pleasant end, is it?"

"Mighty serpent you are just. You have set me a fair trial."

"Well, skald and story weaver, now you may begin."

"Oh wise and mighty Nauthiz, guardian of the tree of life, behold, let me tell you of the tale of Hrothgar and the blue cats of Thor. Many moons ago when the warrior Hrothgar was still a young man and the service to his mistress was yet in its infancy he was summoned to the throne room of Goddess Freyja...."

I could see I had captured Nauthiz's attention. It was going to be a long night and I had to use all my skills as a story-teller to keep him gripped. I sought inspiration from Scherazade weaving tale after tale to save herself from the executioner's sword. Her skill kept King Shahryar hanging on the edge of his seat so that when dawn broke over the Arabian desert he was left hanging, desperate for the end of her story, and forced to spare her so he could hear its conclusion. She would seamlessly conjure cycles of stories within stories to lure her listener in. I pictured her draped over silk cushions, the moon shimmering through elaborately carved wooden shutters, the quiet running of fountain waters sounding from cool tile lined courtyards as her wondrous voice enraptured her listener. Scherazade had led the King on night after night for one thousand and one nights. I only had to manage a few hours. Surely I could do that?

"..... 'Tell me,' she asked, 'How devoted are you to your mistress.' He replied, 'Oh Goddess Freyja I worship you more than anything and would devote myself to your service.' 'I have a trial for you young warrior,' she said. 'I will only have the most loyal slaves serve me for one trusted servant is worth fifty fickle foot-soldiers. This is why I surround myself with only the strongest and most worthy. This task will test your courage and your loyalty. If you succeed you will be welcomed as one of my personal retainers. If you fail you will remain on the fringes of my hall, looking on enviously as others serve me. I have been observing you from afar and believe you are ready for this trial.'

"Goddess Freyja continued, 'Now there are some objects that I desire greatly. My golden chariot needs some fitting creatures to pull it through the Norse skies so that all that look upon me will be awe-struck. I know exactly the creatures that I desire, but it will mean provoking one of the mightiest of our gods. That, of course, means nothing to me, I expect even the most powerful of our gods to bow at my command but for a servant to anger the gods, well, that is another matter. Will you take that risk in service to me young warrior, to be forever an enemy of the gods?' Hrothgar replied, 'for you my mistress I would invoke the wrath of Odin himself.' 'Good, then I will continue. Of course you know of Thor, son of Odin and amongst the mightiest of our gods. Now Thor possesses two magical blue furred cats, their strength and prowess are a matter of legend. I want these two creatures for my own so that I can harness them to my golden chariot. You will enter Thor's kingdom, you will find a way into his stables, you will steal them from under Thor's very nose and then tame the wild beasts so that they will serve me. If you should be disturbed then you will have to face the mighty Thor himself and his fearsome hammer, mjollnir, in open combat and you will have to prevail. This is no easy challenge I have set you. Will you do this for your mistress?' Hrothgar replied, 'Of course Goddess Freyja. This is an opportunity I have been waiting for. I can hardly wait to prove my loyalty to you. If I prevail I will hope to bring you great honour. If I fail then I know I can only expect the ignominy of rejection. But, as the wise woman says, he who risks nothing....gains nothing.' 'Good, then you must depart now,' Goddess Freyja proclaimed as she set him on his way.

"So, Hrothgar travelled on foot to Thor's kingdom and he sought out Thor's splendid hall and he entered secretly and found the stables of which Goddess Freyja had spoken. But yet the fierce blue cats were wild and answered only to Thor. When Hrothgar entered their stables they rose up in their chains and snarled angrily. Hrothgar grasped their muzzles and clamped them shut so that their angry roars could not be heard but the damage had already been done. Now, Thor had heard the commotion in his stables and he jumped out of bed, his mane of red hair sweeping behind him in anger. He confronted Hrothgar in his stables. 'Who dares break into the mighty Thor's stables and disturb his sleep,' he called out. 'It is I, Hrothgar, the devoted slave of the Goddess Freyja who has come to take your magical blue cats for her chariot.' Thor laughed at him. 'So young man, does Freyja send children to do her work now. Will she never give up trying to provoke and anger the gods. Her power has grown too great and it will give me pleasure to destroy one of her servants and send him back to her broken as a token of Thor's strength. Do you think you are a match for me boy?' Thor taunted Hrothgar. But Hrothgar rose up in anger, he had the strength of the devotion to his mistress and the threat of rejection by her to goad him on to great deeds."

"Thor launched mjollnir, his mighty hammer, at Hrothgar. He raised his shield to protect himself but the force of the hammer sent him reeling to the ground. Hrothgar leapt straight up. Thor had no weapon and was defenceless. He charged at Thor with his trusty sword, 'Serpent Breath'. But as he ran towards Thor the hammer roared past his ear and back into Thor's hand. Hrothgar did not realise that mjollnir was a magic hammer and would always return to its owner's hands. The hammer came crashing down towards Hrothgar's brow. He reacted quickly to raise his shield and protect himself against the crushing blow. He thrust with his sword and Thor parried with his hammer. Blue sparks flew as metal crashed against metal. Thor and Hrothgar fought for over two hours; crushing stroke of hammer against swipe of sword. Two mighty warriors locked in combat. The fight swung to and fro, sometimes the battle-hardened and experienced Thor held sway at other times the young pretender had the upper hand. The two tired with the exertion of the fight. Finally, Thor forced his young foe backwards and with one mighty stroke of his hammer Hrothgar's sword was knocked from his hand. Thor sought to smite his enemy with one more stroke. But Hrothgar, lying defenceless on the ground, thrust his foot into his chest to send Thor reeling and his hammer powerless onto the floor. Hrothgar picked up his sword and in one fleeting moment before the hammer could return to Thor's hand severed the handle from the metal hammer head. Now he had Thor at his mercy as the point of Serpent Breath was put to his chest. Thor conceded defeat. 'Young warrior, Freyja chooses her servants well. I have been beaten fairly in open combat and I concede to you. You may take the blue cats back to Freyja. But they are wild and will need taming. But warn Freyja that she cannot continue to have her way without the gods seeking their revenge.' "

"So, Hrothgar slashed the chains that kept the blue cats secured. They jumped up at him snarling and spitting wildly. Having vanquished the mighty Thor in battle Hrothgar was not about to be beaten by two giant cats, however strong. He grabbed them both one under each of his strong arms and dragged them with him all the way back to Goddess Freya's hall Sessminuir by which time they were tamed and readily accepted the harness from of her chariot. Goddess Freya was delighted not only with the magnificent blue cats but also with the message that had been sent out to the other gods that she had a champion who was capable of overcoming the mighty Thor. 'I am pleased with you Hrothgar. You have performed your task well and for that you will be rewarded richly by being allowed into the inner circle of retainers, and also into my bedchamber,' she added with a lascivious glint in her eye. And here endeth the first tale of Hrothgar," I concluded.

My voice rose in excitement as I described the climax of the fight and the crash of sword and shield against mjollnir, Thor's mighty magical hammer. I could sense Nauthiz getting involved in the story following every crash of hammer and slash of sword I described until eventually Hrothgar prevailed.

"Not bad, not bad, story weaver," Nauthiz commented. "Do you have any other tales of Goddess Freyja's hall and her warrior."

"Oh but yes magnificent serpent, protector of the life force of the nine Norse kingdoms, this is but one of many tales I could tell of the beauty and magnificence of Goddess Freyja and her hall and of her champion, each one more astonishing than the other."

I had to lure the serpent into a cycle of stories that would grip his attention. The minutes of the short mid-summer night ticked away but I still had lots of work to do before the sun rose.

"Good, well tell me another one then," said Nauthiz.

"O wondrous worm, then listen attentively for now I will tell you a tale that is so wondrous that it has changed the nature of the heavens themselves."

"I am sufficiently intrigued by your introduction skald; carry on with your story."

"It was some years after the tale I have recited and Hrothgar was now well established as one of Goddess Freyja's champions. But she was discontented with him. He had become complacent and took for granted that she would invite him into her bedchamber to take pleasure from his remarkable sexual prowess. This would not do. She summoned him to her throne room and made him kneel before her whilst she sat in full battle dress, her gold breast plate and her gold horned helmet glimmering before him with regal potency. 'You are becoming complacent and self satisfied Hrothgar,' she announced in her angriest voice, 'and I feel your devotion to me has become a matter of form. This will not do.' Hrothgar replied, 'I am so sorry Goddess Freyja. I promise you that I worship you with as much force as I ever have. I am mortified if I have been lacking in my devotion to you or offended you in any way Goddess.' She replied, 'I will offer you the chance to make amends. You need to keep attentive at all times and never let your guard slip or your devotion waiver for one second. There are two tasks I have for you. The first is that Loki is becoming tiring and irritating again. He needs to be put in his place. This is a simple matter, which I am sure you can handle. The second is more taxing. I want you to demonstrate your devotion to me by doing something that will leave a permanent symbol of my power and my servant's devotion to it. The nature of this I will leave to you. You must surprise me.' "

"So, Hrothgar set out for Loki's kingdom pondering on the gift or token that he could bring back to please his mistress on his return. An idea occurred to him. He knew that Loki had a new play-thing that he was very proud of. The dwarves that served him were supremely skilled in the arts of metal working and they had fashioned for Loki a wondrous chariot of silver. This chariot was a source of great pleasure for him and he would ride the Norse skies showing off and making mischief along the way. It was not surprising that Goddess Freyja was getting irritated with him. His new chariot had made him cocky and more daring and tricky than usual. This would surely make a fitting gift for Goddess Freyja and he would be able to complete both tasks at the same time."

Hrothgar knew that Loki feared his strength and although he was a trickster this was of no concern to Goddess Freyja's champion. He stormed Loki's hall and caught him by surprise. He grabbed him by the neck with his mighty hands and announced that he had been sent by Freyja to stop his games and that he would take away his silver chariot to teach him a lesson. But, Loki was not going to give in without trick. He turned himself into a crow and flew into the crow's nest. Hrothgar followed him. There were nine crows in the nesting box and he took each one in turn and twisted its neck to break it. When he got to the sixth crow it cawed 'No, No, I beg you stop. You can take the silver chariot, but warn Freyja that I will get my vengeance on her some day.' 'Good,' said Hrothgar, 'it would make a wonderful gift for her and I will take the five dead crows to bake into a pie.' Then Loki replied in crowing in a wheedling voice, 'Oh I don't think she will be impressed with a stolen chariot. You do not know her well enough. She already has a golden chariot that is even more splendid than mine and Thor's two blue cats to pull it. You will have to find something better than that if you want to satisfy her.' "

"Hrothgar went away but Loki's words gnawed away at him. Perhaps he was right. It was a beautifully crafted chariot but it was still an object merely stolen from Loki. He had to do something more spectacular than this to demonstrate his loyalty to his mistress. He pulled the silver chariot into the kingdom of Muspellhelm, the land of fire. He held it into the hottest fire he could find and then he dragged it to the land of Niflheim, the land of ice, the highest and coldest peak he could find and then as night fell he used all of his mighty strength to smash the chariot against the mountain top. The chariot shattered into a myriad of tiny shards which shot up into the Norse sky to form a new constellation. Hrothgar smiled; the new arrangement of stars would be named 'Freyja's chariot'. Surely this would be a fitting token of devotion for his Goddess."

"Hrothgar returned to Sessmuir and knelt before Goddess Freyja's throne. He presented her with a pie dish with a golden crust of pastry. 'My Goddess, this is a pie baked with crows from Loki's own nesting box. They are young and succulent and have made a tasty pie.' Goddess Freyja was furious, 'You fool Hrothgar, you have gone all that way and all you have come back with is a pie? What do I care for Loki's crows?' She slapped him hard around the face as she said this. Hrothgar laughed. 'Oh, but my Goddess, there is another gift I have brought you. Look into the night sky. Do you see the new formation of stars? This is dedicated to you; it is Freyja's chariot and it has been formed with tiny shards from Loki's silver chariot.' Goddess Freyja looked up into the sky and to her amazement she spied the arrangement of stars in the shape of a chariot. Now she was impressed. 'This is a wonderful and imaginative gift for a Goddess. In doing this you have renewed your vows of loyalty in my eyes. In recognition of this gift I will exchange it with a gift of my own.' And Goddess Freyja presented Hrothgar with a special token of her appreciation. It was a piece of black jet on purple cord with a rune carved onto it. 'Hrothgar, this is the rune for creativity. You have great strength and courage but one day in your travails in my service you will need this symbol of creativity and intuition. I give it to you as a token of thanks for what you have done for me.' And Hrothgar kept it and treasured above all things."

I made Nauthiz gasp in wonder as I described the magnificence of the chariot, start in surprise as I told how Loki turned himself into a crow to escape, gaze awe struck as my voice hypnotically described the stars in the sky that Hrothgar had broken the chariot into and then laugh as I gave the account of how Hrothgar had presented Goddess Freyja with a crow pie before revealing his true gift to her. I used the nuance and inflexion of my voice to keep him engaged and as I looked into the serpent's eyes I could see him enraptured, visualizing the descriptions in my tale.

When I finished the serpent sighed, "yes, I am content, that is indeed a wondrous tale. The deeds of this warrior of the Goddess Freyja are remarkable. It is said that her warriors are, how can I put this delicately, lusty and that the Goddess herself has, what can I say, a healthy appetite for her men. Tell me, since you know so much about what goes on in her hall, is this true?"

The serpent had given me another hook to draw him in with.

"O all powerful worm you are wise and perceptive. I can tell you a tale of some of the raunchy things that take place in Goddess Freyja's hall.'

"Yes, wolf-man, I think that would be very diverting for me, you may continue," Nauthiz encouraged.

I started another story.

"Goddess Freyja lay curled on her huge circular bed snuggled naked in her favourite ocelot fur bedspread which kept the icy Norse winds at bay. She basked in the warmth of the sensuous fur against her soft naked flesh and the warm skin of the two men pressed against her, their muscular arms draped around her body and across her ample breasts. It was her favoured warrior Hrothgar and also her brother, Freyr, for it was second nature for the Norse gods and goddesses to sleep with their own siblings or offspring. The fire roaring in the hearth cast an orange hued glow around her bedchamber. A raven tapestry hung from the ceiling behind her bed, its beady eyes looking down on the scene of carnality below it."

Yes, the opening of this tale had certainly captured the serpent's attention.

"Her golden hair lay fanned across her duck-down pillows. She smiled to herself. She was full of contentment and satiated after an afternoon's love-making. For, as you know O mighty serpent, Freyja is an earth Goddess and partakes fully of the pleasures of the flesh. She had spent the last three hours in bed with the two men who meant most to her. As always the love-making had been spectacular, ranging from wild abandoned fucking to tender kisses and caresses. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she had and her whole body tingled with the glow of pure physical pleasure."

"Freyr was the first to speak, he jested with Hrothgar, 'well I expect you'll be down the servant's quarters in a minute to continue your rutting with some kitchen wenches.' 'My loins are still on fire,' he replied, 'there is nothing to match love-making with a Goddess but I could easily fuck another twenty girls before dinner.' Freyr laughed, 'twenty, even you could never manage that.' Hrothgar's leant up on his elbow and took up Freyr's challenge, 'do you want a bet?'

"Freyja should have been angry with them both but for the moment she was too contented, too lost in her reverie of sensuality as she pulled the fur around her body, naked save for the Brisingamen, which always hung around her neck its golden beauty mirroring the Goddess's own. She was in a good mood and would let the boys play their boastful games. She spoke, but not in the icy tones of war-like wrath that so many of her retainers were familiar with but in a husky sensuous contented lilt, 'let me enjoy the warmth of my bedchamber in peace. Look boys, if all you're going to do is squabble and boast about your sexual conquests then you have my permission to go. I just want to luxuriate here in my glow of sexual satisfaction. You can join me again at night time when I'm sure my ardour can be aroused again.' Unseen by the two men a broad grin crossed her face as she buried herself into the comfort of her fur."

"Hrothgar and Freyr returned to the hall and quenched their thirst with several jugs of the finest and strongest ale. 'No, I mean it,' Hrothgar said, 'I could easily fuck and satisfy twenty women in an hour.' 'In an hour,' laughed Freyr, 'no I don't believe that's possible.' 'Do you doubt my prowess,' Hrothgar challenged angrily, 'do you want to put a wager on it?' Freyr took up the challenge. The forfeit they agreed on was that the loser would have to muck out Goddess Freyja's stables."




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 06



"Word soon spread of the wager between Hrothgar and Freyr and the serving girls in the hall eagerly volunteered to be a participant in the competition and offer themselves to be fucked by Goddess Freyja's stallion. On the appointed day of the challenge twenty beautiful and lusty maidens lined up excitedly. The clock was set ticking. Hrothgar's cock was already rampant with the expectation of the pleasures he was about to indulge in. The bedchamber was soon full of moans and screams of pleasure as one after the other of the girls reached their orgasm within minutes of Hrothgar's mighty member being thrust into their welcoming cunts. He was frenzied in his rutting and brought each of the girls to ecstasy."

As Hrothgar dismounted each one Freyr checked that they had reached a climax and they all replied that they had been satisfied. In a few short minutes they all emerged panting and dishevelled many in a dream like state of satisfaction; they passed comments like 'mmmm, that was so wonderful' or 'he's so large, he just filled me up' or 'I just couldn't stop myself from coming.' They were full of admiration for their mistress who they knew could spend whole days fucking with her stallion-warrior.

"There were five minutes left of the hour and Hrothgar had already fucked nineteen girls and was well ahead of schedule with only one more girl to take. Freyr was starting to look very worried now. The prospect of having to dress up as a serving maid and be ridiculed by everybody was looming. The final girl came forward and lay nervously on the bed. As Hrothgar prepared to mount her for the triumphant completion of his challenge he saw that there were tears in the girl's eyes and he hesitated. 'What's wrong girl, don't you want Hrothgar's hard cock inside you.' The girl replied, 'I'm sorry my lord Hrothgar but I am only a young virgin. I did not volunteer for this, my father thought it would bring disrepute on the family if I did not offer myself. I have never been with man before and I wanted to save myself for the stable lad that I'm in love with.' And Hrothgar took pity on her. He did not want to take any girl who hand not willingly offered herself. 'You may go girl, I won't take anyone against their will,' he said kindly.

After this exchange there were only seconds of the hour left and no time to find another wench to be fucked. Freyr laughed out loud. 'Oh dear Hrothgar, it looks like you've lost your wager, that's only nineteen girls.' 'But that's not fair,' spluttered Hrothgar, 'you saw what happened.' 'Too bad,' laughed Freyr, 'you are too noble-minded for your own good my friend. You still lose. I shall have fun seeing you muck out my sister's stables. I believe the size of the droppings from her giant blue cats is quite a sight to behold and that the smell is powerful enough to knock out a giant.' It amused Goddess Freyja immensely to see her warrior working hard for her raking out the straw and muck from her stables. 'Don't expect me to let you off,' she scalded affectionately, 'it serves you right for being so boastful.' I trust, serpent that this will give you some insight into the goings on in Freya's hall," I concluded.

"Yes that is most interesting," Nauthiz replied, "So, tell me story teller, it is said that the Goddess Freyja is the most powerful and beautiful woman in the whole world. I have not seen her and everyone, except Loki who passes here often and whose word is not to be trusted in the matter as I know they are enemies, says that she is the most beautiful woman they have ever seen. You have seen her; would you say that this was true?"

I hesitated. Was the serpent trying to trick me into something? The answer to this question was fraught with danger whatever I replied not only to the serpent but also for when I reported back and was held to account for my words and deeds to the two Goddesses who were aware of my quest.

"Oh, she is indeed beautiful and is fair beyond human imagining but I believe there is another who is her equal."

"One as fair as Freyja?" the serpent hissed, "how can that be? Who is it? What kind of worlds do you pass through shadow walker that you know of another woman who is the equal of a Goddess? Come, you must answer my question"

"I know of another who is from another world that I pass through on my travels. And in all honesty it is impossible for me to say who is the most beautiful. It is like asking which is the fairest, the sun or the moon, when the balance of them both is needed to illuminate our world."

"I enjoy a straight forward saga. I don't want to hear you speaking in riddles from another world shadow walker.

Nauthiz was looking disgruntled with my answer. I was so close to my goal; I daren't anger him now.

"There is a woman in another world O mighty Nauthiz, who is a Goddess in her own right. As Goddess Freyja is fair and beautiful so this other Goddess is dark and beautiful like the sun and moon, as I have said. She is cruel and powerful and will capture men's souls and use them to serve her. Men are captivated by her and will give themselves up to her willingly because once they have set their eyes on her or heard the command of her voice or felt the touch of her fingers on them then they will submit to her. She controls fate and is the distributor of retribution and she goes by the name Nemesis."

The serpent seemed satisfied with this reply. But I had to change the subject. A hint of light was shining on the horizon. One more story, one more tale, might do it.

"But mighty serpent, the night is yet young and I still have many tales to recite of the deeds of Hrothgar. I have one that is a testament to his bravery and strength that I think will impress you."

"Very well, go ahead," the serpent hissed, but his eyes were starting to glaze over and he was getting tired.

"One day many moons ago Goddess Freyja summoned Hrothgar to her throne room again. Her brow was furrowed with anxiety. 'Listen carefully to me my champion,' she announced, 'I have received numerous reports that a terrible sea monster has invaded the coast of my dominions. It attacks the sailors and merchants at sea and destroys the raven-sailed ships of my fleet, it prowls the ports and fishing villages terrorising my people. I hear that this is a huge many tentacled monster that emerges from the depths of the sea and sends fear into the heart of every sea captain. I fear that it has been summoned from the depths by the other gods who have been incited by Loki against me.' Freyr, who sat slumped on a couch in Her throne room interjected. 'Well sister, it is hardly surprising given the number of enemies you have made.' Freyja gave her brother and icy stare, ignored him and continued her account. 'It is crucial that I make a show of strength to show my enemies that Goddess Freyja's authority remains undiminished. I have another important task for you Hrothgar and that is to seek out this monster, which goes by the name Frondel, and to kill it. That will send a message to my enemies that I will not be toyed with. It is a dangerous mission my champion and will require all of your fortitude and strength. I have heard that this sea monster is charmed and that no weapons of metal or wood will harm it and that it can only be slaughtered with a man's bare hands. Will you do this task for me Hrothgar?' And he replied, 'Of course my lady. You know that my life is at your command to carry out such services. I will seek this monster out for you and rest assured I shall return with its head for you on a sliver platter and its tentacles so that you can send one out to each of your enemies to show the contempt Goddess has for their jealousy of your power.' "

"Hrothgar set off. He went to one of Goddess Freyja's ports and commandeered one of her splendid vessels. When the sailors heard of his mission none would sail with him as the reputation of the sea-monster had spread far and wide and had struck fear into the hearts of everyone. So, Hrothgar set out to sea sailing Freyja's golden bowed boat alone. He cast open the sails and the symbol of the raven billowed in the wind announcing that Goddess Freyja's champion was abroad."

"Like all men from the Norse lands Hrothgar was a skilled sea-man. He scoured the coast seeking out the giant sea monster until after five days and five nights he happened across a broken and deserted ship, its crew all devoured by the fearsome sea monster. He knew that he was near. He got out his silver rimmed horn and blew to attract the monster to him. Hrothgar was not to be disappointed. The black slimy monster emerged from the depths its fanged mouth bellowing an invitation to battle and its black tentacles flailing in the air. The force of its body as crashed to the surface sent a tidal wave that nearly capsized the boat. But, Hrothgar showed no fear. He knew what he had to do. He threw his axe and sword onto the deck and stripped himself down to the waist the muscles on his chests rippling in the sea spray created by the monster. His blonde hair was matted and soaked. He went to the side of the ship and dived into the murky depths. The only way to defeat this monster was in single-handed combat and Hrothgar would not shirk from his promises to the Goddess Freyja however daunting and powerful the enemy.'

'The fight raged in the depths of the sea. One of the tentacles wrapped itself around Hrothgar's body its suckers gripping him and squeezing the life out of him. Any normal man would have been crushed. But this was Goddess Freyja's chosen champion. He grasped the tentacle with his bear hands and tore it apart. The battle continued for many hours. Spectators from the land could see Hrothgar, one minute on the surface of the water the next submerged in a mass of tentacles. They gasped. He had seemed to be under water for an age; surely he was drowned. But then his head broke the surface of the water and he emerged a ripped tentacle in his hands. The battle was building to its bloody climax."

I could see the serpent Nauthiz was gripped by my tale, hanging on my every word anxiously awaiting the outcome of the fight. The sun had crept over the horizon. The moment was close, oh so close. But, I had to play my hand very carefully. I had just a few moments before the sun would be powerful enough to cast a shadow from the Yggdrasil tree.

"Just imagine the scene O wondrous serpent, guardian of the tree of life. Here, we can act it out, you are the sea monster and I am Hrothgar."

I manoeuvred the worm into the position where the first shadow would be cast.

"The sea monster rose up again to attack Hrothgar. But, he was ready and he was not tired. He had waited patiently for a moment when he could find a gap through the tentacles to get to the sea monster's head. He dived down into the dark ocean and swam with all his strength straight for the monster. He grasped its head in his huge muscular arms and twisted. The neck of the sea monster snapped and Hrothgar ripped it triumphantly from its body."

The rays of the early morning sun had spread. The branches of the Yggdrasil tree cast their shadow over the serpent Nauthiz.

"Aaaah, the shadow, the shadow of Yggdrasil," the serpent called out in fear and distress. "You have tricked me shadow walker. Somebody has warend you of my weaknesses. You know I will not stay in the shadow fo the Yggdrasil tree. I don't' know what your purpose is but when I find out who you are I will seek you out to get my vengeance. Nobody fools Nauthiz like that and gets away with it."

And with this threat ringing in my ears the serpent sped to the safety of the roots of the tree away from the spreading shadow.

I tried to reign in my sense of satisfaction and having out-witted such a dangerous enemy. I could hardly believe that my plan had worked so well and that I had been able to deceive an opponent as powerful and intimidating as the serpent Nauthiz. I re-focused on the task at hand as I ran through the snow to the entrance of the cave. Suddenly I realised that I was being followed and that the sound of galloping hooves crushing the snow was behind me. I glanced back and saw a black stallion, which must be Hrothgar's horse that Goddess Freya had told me to look out for. It was a magnificent specimen with its sleek black coat and finely proportioned physique. I could well imagine what an awesome sight Hrothgar would look mounted on this powerful steed decorated for battle in wrought gold with the raven symbol on its nose? It had now caught up with me and had slowed his pace and was running alongside me but several hundred yards off. I felt reassured that events were unfolding exactly as Goddess Freyja had ordained. I had been given the warning not to approach the horse but he would seek me out at the time aid was needed so I noted the presence of the fine stallion without acknowledging it in any way.

I was heading for the cave of Goddess Erda, on of the three Norns the giant maiden Goddesses from Jotunheimr who rule the destiny not only of men, but of the gods as well. It was only one of the Norns who had the power to un-pick the thread of Hrothgar's fate and re-weave his destiny.

Looming before me was a giant ice wall that reached high into the heavens. I looked up but its summit, if indeed it had any physical ending, was shrouded in early morning mist. Its face was a sheer sheet of ice but in this vast expanse of ice there was one fissure; a crack in time or crack in the fates of men. I approached in trepidation. I could still hardly believe that my own destiny had taken me into a world of Norse Gods and Goddesses, into this realm of potent symbols of Norse mythology. I entered into the crack in the ice and Flame-Stepper, who had pursued me to this point and was now close behind me into the cave.

The rocks were close around me at first and there was just a enough room for man and horse to squeeze through, but after a short while the rocky fissure opened up into a vast cavern. I looked around in amazement. The cavern was set with seams of gold and silver and precious jewels of every kind that glittered amongst the rocks. There was only one way out of the cavern and I followed it down into the bowels of the earth. The passage was high and broad and like the giant cavern was like a fairy tale grotto with sparkling gemstones of turquoise and ruby red and azure blue. Then at one point the cave divided into two paths. I had a fatal decision to make. One must almost certainly lead into Erda's cave and the final destination of my mission. The second -- well that could lead me anywhere into the hidden parts of subterranean Norse world fed by the roots of the Yggdrasil tree. Flame Stepper went ahead of me and took the left hand fork. Goddess Freya had told me to wait for the moment when Flame Stepper would come to my aid. I took the left hand fork and followed the passage as it descended into the bowels of the earth.

Flame-Stepper led the way until once again the passage opened out into another huge cavern. This one was vast even larger than the one I had encountered earlier. This cave was being mined. There were wooden racks with rows of pick-axes, scaffolding had been erected high against the cave wall and networks of ladders snaked up them so they could extend to the highest reaches of the cave. There were little trucks, some piled high with nuggets of gold or silver or precious gem stones. I had a gut wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach. This was not Goddess Erda's cave; this was a working mine. I suddenly had misgivings about the choice I had taken and yet I had been led here by Flame-Stepper, Hrothgar's own trustworthy steed.

I looked around to see, to my horror, the black horse morph into a blonde-haired figure. It was Loki. I had been tricked again. He had used his shape-shifting powers to turn himself into Hrothgar's own horse. I felt such a fool and yet although I had been warned of Loki's shape-shifting powers how could I have known that he would transform himself into the form of Hrothgar's horse? Loki's voice boomed and echoed around the vast cavern.

"I have caught an intruder for you; a sneaky shadow-walker who has come to steal the gold and riches from the dwarves' kingdom."

The cavern started to fill up with dwarves who emerged from cracks in the cavern wall. They gathered around me and Loki staring angrily and muttering through their long beards. Loki knew how covetous dwarves are of gold and precious metals and his words were cleverly used to arouse their hostility against me.

"Well, we meet again. You tricked my trolls but that is no great feat, they are stupid and superstitious. I underestimated you though. I didn't think you had the capabilities to out-wit even my trolls. I have been caught by Freyr and had the wonderful falcon- feathered cloak taken away from me. And now you have even tricked your way past Nauthiz the serpent. That's no mean achievement."

"Tell me shadow walker, how is it you are known to the Goddess Freyja and her fallen hero warrior, Hrothgar. How do you know so many tales of his life and deeds that I overheard you telling Nauthiz some of which I know to be true. How did you know that it was Hrothgar who stole my silver chariot? How is your fate and Hrothgar's intertwined? What is Goddess Freyja's purpose in sending you here?"

"I will tell you nothing Loki. All I need to know is that you are Her enemy and I will never betray Her to you." I replied.

"I know she is plotting something, but what is it? Why has she sent a wolf-man on such a perilous quest to seek out the Norns? Shadow walker, I know how Hrothgar met his doom. What part did you play in it and what do you know of my magician Hammah, who I have offered to aid my friends and Goddess Freyja's enemies in other worlds?"

I was taken aback. Were Baron von Hellcencoq and Empress Dykenspeil pawns in a wider battle being played out between these Norse deities? It would explain why Goddess Freyja would have offered the assistance of her most favoured warrior to Goddess Nemesis. My eyes must have betrayed a flicker of recognition to Loki.

"You have heard of the magician Hammah, haven't you! How is your destiny and Hrothgar's woven together? I see now, you are the stranger who trapped my wizard in the magic mirror of time. But why has Goddess Freyja sent you here?" Loki asked, but it was not a question, he was thinking to himself now. "Goddess Freyja is trying to undo time and destiny, isn't she? Why else would she seek the aid of one of the Norns. She is playing a dangerous game, trying to change time and fate. Who knows what unknown forces that will unleash. Whatever she is up to, it must be stopped."

The cavern had now filled with dwarves. Loki focussed on me again.

"You know that these dwarves are loyal to me wolf-man, and you will also know how jealously dwarves guard their gold. They are greedy and covet gold and precious gems above all else and will do anything to protect their riches. All I know is that whatever your errand for Freyja is, it must not succeed. I will let my dwarves deal with you. My business is with Freyja."

Then he turned to the dwarves.

"You see how Loki befriends you. He has sought out and caught red-handed this creature who haunts the shadow lands. He is a thief, here to steal your gold. Even worse is in league with the Goddess Freyja."

The dwarves started to mutter and grumble to themselves animatedly. Freyja's name was clearly not one that had much support in this place.

"Yes, you remember her; the possessor of the most precious object created by you - the Brisingamen. You re-call how some of your brethren were tempted by her and tricked into surrendering this wondrous necklace by being offered one night of debauched passion with her."

The grumbling of the dwarves increased in volume as Loki roused them.

"The whore and slut Freyja should have slept with the whole of the Ica dwarf tribe before deserving to claim such a beautiful object. She is a harlot and thief and this shadow walker is one of her spies. He will go back to Goddess Freyja and let her know where the richest mines in all of the Norse realms are hidden. She will steal your gold and riches just like she stole the Brisangamen from you."




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 07



Chronicles of Slave Nano No.7: Worshipping the Snow Goddess

Author's note: This story deals with themes of domination and submission, mind control, female supremacy and Goddess worship. If you don't get that then you'd probably better not read on any further. This story is based on a real task set by a dungeon mistress. Parts of it reference other characters in this 'Chronicles' series but it can basically be read as a self-contained story.

The advice about my Chronicles of Slave Nano series on my profile page is also relevant:- "The premise of these stories is that Goddess Nemesis sets me a mission. She describes a task that needs completing in a real time session, which usually involves the rescue of another Goddess. She lays out the setting, provides tools that can be used to complete the task and some of the challenges that must be faced. It is up to me to solve how I complete the mission and fill out the story and then return to Goddess Nemesis's dungeon for her judgement on the success of the mission. This is to help explain the bizarre nature of these stories, which are BDSM fetish adventures and fantasies in which anything is possible!"

Look North News and Weather, 1 Dec, 10.28pm

"So, Kayleigh is there going to be any let-up to this cold-snap?"

"No Peter, I'm afraid not. As you can see, there's another front sweeping over from the North Sea and this means we are going to get further falls of snow overnight. These flurries will hit the east coast in the early hours of the morning becoming heavy in places, especially over the Yorkshire and Lincolnshire Wolds before clearing in the early morning. By tomorrow the snow will start to ease up a bit but commuters will face lots of disruption again tomorrow morning. Back to you Peter."

I sat at home nervously watching the late evening weather forecast.

"Have you seen the forecast, you can't go to York tomorrow in those conditions; that's crazy."

"Well, it's a really important meeting and we've got somebody coming up from London to see us. I'd feel really bad about missing it because it's me that's called the meeting," I reply, desperately trying to justify why I would need to take the car out in such appalling conditions.

The meeting was not so vital; I would have been able to cancel it and, to be honest, the participants would have been only to happy to do so given the weather conditions. No, tomorrow was an important day to me for other reasons. I had already been summonsed to attend Goddess Nemesis for an important ceremony.

There was a reckoning I had to face following my previous attendance at Goddess's dungeon. She had me tied onto her hog-tie bench and left me for a few minutes and whilst I was restrained her dungeon was infiltrated by her enemy, Sister Domexia, from the cult of the Sisters of Mercy. I was subjected to seduction and then torture as Sister Domexia sought to persuade me, and then force me, to come over to her and act as a spy for the Sisters of Mercy. She failed, I am relieved to say, and my heart remained true to Goddess Nemesis and the cause of the Goddess's against the forces of the new religion.

But, Sister Domexia had a final trick to play on me, to leave her mark on me. She attached a funnel gag into my mouth and squeezed some of the foul waters from her body into my mouth, forcing me to digest it so they became absorbed into my body. Then she climbed onto the bench, crouched over my body, and let a stream of her piss gush all over me. I was powerless to resist this humiliation. She taunted me that I would be tainted with the smell of her forever and that I would be permanently marked by her humiliation of me. When Goddess returned to her dungeon she looked upon her slave, a stinking sodden mess on her bench, de-fouled by the sinister cult of the Sisters of Mercy and their agent, Sister Domexia. I explained what had happened, how I had resisted seduction and torture and remained true to her, how I had taunted Sister Domexia that she had failed in her mission to bring me over to the Sisters of Mercy. Then, I had to describe my humiliation to her, how Sister Domexia had left her foul stain on me and inside me.

"Goddess, she said that nothing would be able to remove the stench from me and that I would forever be stained with the smell of her."

"Slave Nano, I am surprised at you that you would believe that. You should realise that the strength of the pagan goddesses is greater than Sister Domexia's and that I have the power to remove her scent from you. But, Slave Nano, I must warn you that you must be subjected to a cleansing ceremony to remove her impurities from your body and that will be a challenging ordeal for you because, as you know slave, there can be no cleansing without suffering for me. And, of course, you realise that you cannot be permitted back into my domain and serve me without being cleansed."

I pleaded to her, "Please Goddess, do whatever is necessary. Whatever trial is needed to remove her foul stench from me so that I can return and serve you again, I beg you to do it."

This was no ordinary attendance. The cleansing ceremony that I had faced and so desperately needed was an important ritual. Until it had been carried out I would continue to carry the smell of Sister Domexia's waters on my body and carry them inside me. I had to pass through this ritual cleansing to be able to return to Goddess's dungeon domain.

I reflected on the exchange of texts and voice mail messages, which were stored silently on my special mobile, my line of communication with her. They were all a testament to the importance of this ceremony and to why I had to attend her the next day.

Text message from Slave Nano, 18 Nov, 10.51am

If Goddess is able to receive her slave, I can make it on Thursday 2 December at 2.00. I will await your summons. I must see you soon so I can be cleansed of the foul stench Sister Domexia has left on me. Your devoted slave. Nano.

Voice Mail message from Goddess Nemesis, 29 Nov, 8.49pm

Hello Slave Nano this is the Goddess speaking to you from a cold wintry night in Leeds. Slave Nano, I require you at my dungeon on Thursday of this week at 2.00 pm where you will be dutifully cleansed of the impurities and scent of Sister Domexia of the so-called Sisters of Mercy who infiltrated my premises whilst you were there. Also Nano, you have some questions to answer as to why you didn't resist a little bit better. After all, I'm sure you could have wriggled free somehow. She's only a mere woman, not a Goddess like myself. Now Nano, I shall see you on Thursday at 2.00. I hope you can make it through the bad weather. In the meantime please find out the name of a snow goddess. I'm sure there is one, a goddess of the Eskimos perhaps, and we shall have to make devotions to her to clear the snow before Christmas. Thank you very much. Goodbye.

Text message from Slave Nano, 30 Nov, 10.32am

Goddess. Thank you for your message. I will attend Goddess at 2pm on Thursday as you command. There's been lots of snow over her -- east coast had worse of it last week but is thawing this morning. Rest assured that your slave will do all in his power to serve you whatever the weather. I can still smell the stench of Sister Domexia on me and only Goddess's powers can remove it. Your devoted slave. Nano.

Text message from Goddess Nemesis, 30 Nov, 10.07pm

I gaze out of my bedroom window at the snowy wastes, and reflect what an admirable and resilient Goddess, Goddess Freyja is; residing, controlling and patrolling her frozen lands, how the chill of the protecting wolf Algiz's cry, must haunt the icy ravines...from Goddess Nemesis

Text message from Slave Nano, 1 Dec, 5.52pm

Still hope to be with you tomorrow. Will text you when I set off for your world. Your devoted slave. Nano.

Listening to the weather forecast that night I was getting very worried. It had already been snowing for much of the day and that was on top of earlier snow falls that hadn't cleared. The conditions were already poor, and if there was a further snow fall overnight.....well, that could make things even more treacherous. My plight had been made worse by the pledges I'd made to Goddess to try and reach her tomorrow despite the severe weather. I could only hope that the overnight snow was not too heavy and my carefully laid plans were not ruined.

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I woke up in the morning and anxiously looked out the window and was faced with a wintry scene. There had been a further snow fall and the road outside my house had a thick layer of snow, my car on the drive was covered. My plan had always been that I would be in York for 9.30 for this business meeting and when that had finished set off to Goddess's dungeon to arrive at the appointed time of 2.00pm. I was still determined to make it and fulfil the pledges that I had made to Goddess Nemesis to attend her, whatever the weather conditions.

I went out onto the drive and started scraping the snow and ice off the car; I took up a shovel and started clearing the snow on the drive from behind the back wheels of the car. My actions were fast, frantic and desperate. I calculated that perhaps, if I could get the car out, the main roads might have been clear enough to make it to York and by then the weather might have eased and the snow less heavy further inland.

After I started the car I reversed back down the drive. As soon as the wheels drove into the thick snow it compacted into ice and the wheels span helplessly. I jumped out of the car and cleared some more ice and snow with the shovel and tried again. I went forward and tried reversing again but once again the tyres got caught in the ice and span. By now the car was spread-eagled across the pavement in front of the house, caught in the dip of the gutter. After several attempts I was able to get it back onto the drive.

I decided to give up, go back into the house and take stock. By now the others were up having their breakfast.

"You aren't really going to try and get to York? You'll never get there in time anyway in these conditions."

"Oh, yeah, I'm still going to give it a try."

Then my work mobile rang. It was the people from London who I was meant to be meeting. They were at King's Cross station but the trains were all delayed and they were ringing to say they wouldn't be able to make it.

"Well, there you are, there's no point going to York now, is there?"

I sat in gloomy silence.

My mobile rang again. It was another work colleague saying he couldn't get out of his house and wouldn't be able to come.

"This is silly, you'll definitely have to cancel, there's not even going to be anybody there!"

A desperate sinking feeling overwhelmed me; my determination and optimism about seeing Goddess today draining away. My carefully laid plans to get to Goddess's dungeon were unravelling before me and I had a crucial decision to make. I had never before had to cancel a session with her and I would do anything now to avoid it but my options were rapidly diminishing. The car was stuck in the drive and my cover for going out completely blown. I made a final desperate decision. I calculated that it was better to let her know as soon as I could that I was not going to be able to make it than risk having her go to the trouble of getting to her dungeon in this weather only for me not to show up at all. That would be even worse. I knew I'd be punished for this but I would just have to accept that. I might be fortunate and she might show me some leniency given the extremity of the weather conditions, but I was under no doubt that I would face some extreme punishment for cancelling a session with her. I took an intake of breath and made my fateful choice.

Text message from Slave Nano, 2 Dec, 8.38am

Goddess. It's Slave Nano here. I'm really very sorry but I'm not gong to be able to get to you today. More snow last night; cannot even get my car off estate. Also my cover for journey in other world is gone and am in very difficult position. I don't know what to say --when I texted last eve I was determined to attend but is just not possible. I'm very sorry. I have failed a test and can only place myself in your hands when next see you. Thought best to let you know as soon as I knew I wouldn't make it. Please believe me that I would not cancel unless I really had to. I am still your devoted slave. Nano.

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I set off for work despondently and determined that I would ring Goddess later in the day to make sure she had got my message and speak to her so that I could offer my apologies to her in person. When I switched on my mobile phone later in the day I saw that I had a new voice mail message.

Voice Mail message from Goddess Nemesis, 2 Dec, 12.19

Hello Slave Nano. This is the Goddess speaking to you. I did get your message Slave Nano thank you, but while I can understand that you cannot get your car out under these conditions, obviously you will have to pay a penance. I have been in touch with Goddess Freyja and she assures me that all her slaves and heroes manage to get themselves out of their snowy waste land even in 20 or 30 ft of snow. She says she cannot understand your predicament. Nevertheless, you must pay a penance Slave Nano, this is it. If you have access to your sacred symbols this afternoon you must put the cock ring around your balls at 2.00, the time you should have been with me, and leave it there for one hour. Also Slave Nano, and here is a very perilous task for you, but I want you to carry it out. Tonight, when you go to bed, when all the houses around you are quiet, when everyone is asleep, you must get up out of bed, let yourself out the house, take off your dressing gown and lay in the snow completely and utterly naked. This is a fair and just punishment for you Slave Nano and you will know the meaning of how insignificant it was of you this morning not to reach the Goddess. You will find how cold and disagreeable the snow is on your naked body. Lay there for maybe 10 or 20 seconds, turn over look up at the sky and contemplate the awesomeness of the Goddesses and their power. If you are discovered I think the only way out of that predicament would be to plead insanity, don't you? I expect you to do this Slave Nano at whatever time of the night. Now, if possible, you must take a photograph of this. I shall leave now Slave Nano and shall wait to hear from you with the task completed to my satisfaction. Goodbye Slave Nano.

I listened intently to the message and played it back again to make sure I had taken in all the details of Goddess's instructions. The first task was straight forward. The symbol that she spoke of, the metal clamp, that I put around my balls when I attend her dungeon, I keep at work and I didn't foresee any difficulty in carrying out that penance, but the second task....! When I first heard her instructions it filled me with dread. Did she really mean that I should go out naked in the icy cold in full view of the neighbouring houses? I knew in my heart that she did and I also knew, after recovering from the shock of the nature of her command, I would have to carry it out to her satisfaction. The penance was perfectly fair and beautifully conceived. One humiliating task was to remind me of where I should be at that time whilst the other penance was ingenious and cruel. If the snow stopped me from attending her then it was fitting that the snow should form part of my punishment.

On the stroke of 2.00pm I went into the toilets at work with my cock ring, pulled my trousers down and put the cold iron implement around the top of my balls and tightened it. I was determined to screw the mechanism as tight as it would go so that my balls were squeezed red and tight and I could feel the metal digging into. Whilst carrying out that task I reflected on where I should be. I wanted to be in her dungeon. I should be there. I so desperately desired to be in her presence. I should be preparing for the special cleansing ceremony that I knew she would have had prepared for me.

I switched my phone on to let Goddess know that I had received her message and had carried out her first task to find that I had already received another text message from her.

Text message from Goddess Nemesis, 2 Dec, 1.50pm

Slave Nano, I hope you received my voice-mail message. I shall be sorely disappointed if you fail to follow My instructions....My Retribution upon you will, as you would expect be MOST UNPLEASANT...Goddess Nemesis.

I replied instantly.

Text message from Slave Nano, 2 Dec, 2.05pm

Goddess I have got your voice mail and text messages thanks and instructions for your just penances. I am wearing the cock ring as I text and reflecting on not being where I should be in your world in your presence and suffering torments for you. Your devoted slave. Nano.

I dutifully wore the cock ring for the full hour as directed; walked around the office and chatted with work colleagues all the time bearing the secret humiliation underneath my trousers. Who amongst the people at my work place could have suspected that I was wearing a cock ring around my balls as I went about my routine business? I reflected on where I should have been during that time before sending another text to let her know that I had completed her first penance.

Text message from Slave Nano, 2 Dec, 3.16pm

Goddess. Your slave has just removed the cock ring after 1 hour as you directed. I will now prepare myself for the challenging but just penance that Goddess has set for me tonight. Your devoted slave. Nano.

Text message from Goddess Nemesis, 2 Dec, 3.22pm

Nano, I am pleased that at least a small insignificant part of you is in MY World, now are you preparing yourself to commit to your icy Supplication, to reflect and give gratitude that this Goddess is just in her punishments? From Goddess Nemesis. P.S. while texting you a text has come thru from you, this is obviously the work of The Silver Thread, that links All Goddess's to Their slaves....

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Look North News and Weather, 2 Dec, 6.42pm

"Don't put your long johns away yet Peter because we are in for another chilly night! The snow is already sweeping across East Yorkshire and these snow falls will be heavy and prolonged. We can expect about another four to five inches this evening, though this should start clearing by midnight. We can expect temperatures to drop to around minus eight tonight though and perhaps as low as minus ten on high ground, some of the lowest temperatures we've had in a long time. It will be clearer again tomorrow and we expect to see some sun but, once again, early morning commuters will face some icy and hazardous conditions. The met office has issued a severe weather warning and is advising you not to make any journeys. You know, Peter, it's so bad out there that you begin to wonder if somebody up there hasn't got it in for us."

"So Kayleigh, It's stopping in tonight with a mug of hot cocoa, is it?"

"Well yes, Peter, it's going to be really cold out there tonight."

I watched the local weather forecast awe-struck. The forces at the disposal of the Goddesses were conspiring to make the task that had been set for me as punishing and extreme as they could possibly be. Goddess Nemesis had called on Goddess Skadi, the Norse Goddess of winter and snow, to unleash this maelstrom to demonstrate her control over her slave and the Goddess's power over the elements. Even as I watched the weather forecast a blizzard of snow was falling from the sky in giant flakes.




The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 07



Later in the evening I decided to go out for a walk in the snow and witness first hand the awesome power of Goddess Skadi as she turned Beverley into an icy waste land. The residents of the town would be shocked if they knew the true reason for this devastation being meted out on them; that it was all my fault, that my failure to reach Goddess Nemesis's dungeon today and her retribution on her slave for failing to do so was the real cause of the town being covered in a white shroud of snow. The weather girl was closer to the truth than she could ever have imagined.

As I trudged through them the streets were eerily silent. There was no traffic and even the main road into town was deserted as the snow accumulated on the slush to make driving not just treacherous but virtually impossible. The grit that had been laid down during the day was powerless to prevent the deluge of snow from the heavens, from Goddess Skadi's frozen kingdom, clogging up the road.

I was heading for the common above Beverley called the Westwood from which I knew I would be able to get an elevated view across the town. From there I could witness the full scale of the snow fall and the majestic power of Goddess Skadi as she did Goddess Nemesis's bidding by transforming my home town into the icy wastes of the Norse kingdom of Nilflheim. And it was fitting because, like Goddess Nemesis herself, Skadi is a Goddess of justice, vengeance and righteous anger in her own Norse world.

Normally a delightful and busy spot where people walk their dogs and children play and, in the current weather, have been sledging, the Westwood had been transformed into a snowy wasteland. The common was covered in a blanket of thick snow; the chestnut trees lining the lane through it laden with a canopy of white. In the distance the majestic tower of the Minster was virtually hidden behind a deluge of snow flakes.

I used my walk to prepare myself for the task I had to carry out for Goddess Nemesis. The scary, risky nature of it began to dawn on me again. My initial reaction had been that this was a mad thing to do but I knew I just had to go through with it and had resigned myself to the fact, but as the time approached the feelings of anxiety started to creep up on me. What if I was discovered? What if a neighbour had stayed up late? What if somebody else in the house discovered me? How would I explain it? I used this time to calm myself and work through my plan and how I would sneak out of the house in the middle of the night.

I tried to convince myself that it was very unlikely that anybody else would be up. I prepared my excuses and explanations for if I got caught. Like Goddess said in her voice mail, I would have to plead insanity! I thought that, actually, I might be able to explain it, that the exceptional nature of the snow fall almost provided an excuse for me, that in some bizarre way I could say that I had always wanted to go out into the snow with no clothes on and tonight provided the ideal opportunity for it and that, OK, it was a bit crazy, but quite understandable really. I almost convinced myself that this explanation made some sense. Above all, I used this walk to reflect on Goddess Nemesis's power and get myself into the right state of mind to embrace the icy cold.

My final destination before turning back home was the small coppice of woods at the bottom of the Westwood. These are ancient woodlands, already imbued with a mystical power, but tonight transformed into a wintry palace of overhanging branches thick with snow. It was a magnificent and beautiful sight; a perfect place to reflect on the task that Goddess Nemesis had set me.

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I went to bed as normal, snuggling under the warm duvet after my walk in the cold. I had done a little bit of preparation by ensuring that I had the camera ready and that I'd left a towel in the conservatory ready to dry myself. Although my head was still spinning from my walk and the excited anticipation of the task that faced me I did drift off to sleep for a while. I knew instinctively that I would wake up in the night. It's hard to say how but I felt my whole being was nervously waiting for the moment when I would carry out this risky, crazy act for my Goddess. And, sure enough, it was about ten to two when I did wake up. The house was silent. The sleeping body of my wife next to me was still and her breathing heavy. I knew that the moment had arrived and my opportunity was here. I summoned up all my courage and slipped quietly out of the warm bed and crept furtively out of the bedroom and downstairs.

I was focused; I knew I had a window of opportunity and that I needed to act quickly. Even if I had disturbed anybody there would be a few minutes before it would be noticed that I was missing and for my wife to wonder where I was and that would be long enough to carry out the act of homage I had pledged myself and Goddess to complete. I went into the conservatory, took off my dressing gown and draped it over a chair. I picked up the camera I had left ready. Finally, I looked out of the window and made my final preparations.

Goddess Skadi had done her work. The garden and patio were cloaked in snow to a depth of about sixteen inches. I don't believe I had ever seen snow as deep as this before, and on this night of all nights. This was no coincidence, this was not even fate at work; this was design. This snow had been summoned from Goddess Skadi, who had directed it all the way from her Norse kingdom of Niflheim across the North Sea to land in the garden of my house for this purpose alone, so that I could complete this appointed task for Goddess Nemesis. Does any other mistress have this power over her slave; that she can send him out to do such weird things that are really beyond any intelligent man's reason? That is the kind of control that Goddess Nemesis wields over her slave.

I flung open the conservatory door. A blast of icy cold air washed over me. I was ready. I felt focused and excited. I was scared too, but the feeling of risk and that chance, however slight, of being seen or being caught only added to the exhilaration of the moment as I stepped out of the door completely naked. The snow was virgin and completely unblemished until I put my foot onto it and sank deeply into the soft flakes, the second foot soon followed until I stood on the patio ankle deep in a thick carpet of snow. It was a remarkable sensation. This was newly laid snow summoned by Goddess Skadi that very evening and it had that soft fluffy texture of fresh un-trodden snow. The icy cold enveloped my feet and penetrated between my toes. The psychological impact was, if anything greater than the physical one. I had done it. I stood on the patio utterly naked. I was fulfilling Goddess's command. She had such control of my mind that she could make me yearn to do anything she desired in service to her. It was a heady, euphoric experience; so edgy and daring as I stood there with no clothes on in the dark night air. My heart was racing and my head spinning.

Now the first fateful steps had been taken I knew I was capable of completing in full the directions that Goddess had given me. I braced myself for the cold sensation and lowered myself front down into the thick snow. I think the sheer adrenalin rush and exhilaration of the experience must have prepared me for the icy cold as, despite the freezing temperature and lying in the icy crystals I felt strangely comfortable as I embraced the cold. I turned over onto my back and looked up at the night sky. My body sank into a deep layer of snow and I snuggled myself into it embracing the icy cold that enveloped my body.

I focused on paying homage to goddess Nemesis and on completing the just penance she had set for me. I couldn't judge how long I lay there, probably not long, but definitely more than the ten or twenty seconds that Goddess had set me. I stayed there as long as I dare not wanting to take too great or unnecessary a risk. I would have stayed spread-eagled on the patio for longer if I could, until the icy cold had penetrated my bones and I started to feel extreme discomfort but I did not want to push my luck. Finally, I knew I had to take some photographs to provide evidence for Goddess that I really had completed my icy tribute to her. I took the camera and held it above me and quickly took a few photographs of my naked body in the snow.



My homage to Goddess Nemesis and Goddess Skadi completed I got myself up from the ground and nipped back into the house. As I looked back I saw the impression my body had left in the deep snow and took another couple of photographs as I thought it would amuse Goddess to see these. I grabbed the towel and started to dry myself. My head was buzzing. The whole experience had been exhilarating. Goddess's judgement and intuition in commanding me to carry out such a daring venture had left me heady and euphoric.

I had my special mobile with me and resolved to send her a text message, partly as confirmation that I had completed her task but also because I was so elated that I wanted to share my experience with her.



Text message from Slave Nano, 3 Dec, 2.04am

Goddess. It's 1.55 am. Your slave has just been lying in 16" of snow. Goddess Skadi, Norse Goddess of winter and snow has turned Beverley into the frozen wastes of Niflheim. Your slave is overwhelmed by your power. That was exhilarating, daring -- and mad! I lay for as long as I dare, paying homage to Goddess. You are a genius and your punishments justly cruel and ingenious. Thank you. That was amazing, a symbol of Goddess's control over her slave. It is an honour to serve you.

I had just pressed the send button and put the phone in my dressing gown pocket when I heard movement in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, I couldn't get to sleep. It's strange how all this snow sends you a bit weird. I've just come down for a cup of coffee."

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When I got up in the morning and went down for breakfast I looked out on the scene of last night's act of penance and homage. I was aghast, and also amused, to still see a perfectly formed impression of my body in the snow; in the cold light of day it was quite striking. Luckily I was the first person up and had the chance to destroy the incriminating evidence before anybody saw it and questioned what an earth had gone on in the garden overnight. When I got into work I sent Goddess another text, thinking that it would amuse her to imagine the impression of my naked body set out in the snow on the patio.

Text message from Slave Nano, 3 Dec at 8.48am

It is the morning and I can see I have left a body shaped mark in the snow which I have cleared. The snow last night was the worse yet, even more than yesterday. I can see that Goddess Nemesis is in league with Goddess Skadi in wreaking her retribution on the failings of her slave. We need Hrothgar and some of Freyja's fearless and strong warriors over here to clear all the snow. Always your loyal and devoted slave -- I pay homage to you and the Goddess's command of the forces of nature. Nano.

Later in the day I received a text message from Goddess Nemesis acknowledging that I had fulfilled my snowy ordeal for her.

Text message from Goddess Nemesis, 3 Dec, 4.34pm

Slave Nano, while I commend the Sacrificial Offering up of your body in Pure White servitude to Myself and The Magnificent Awesome Persona of The Goddess Skadi, as She cast Her Shimmering Mantle over the land -- I cannot help wondering, when you were caught up in the throes of Elation, you expressed rash and foolhardy sentiments, in wishing for Hrothgar and a Army of Viking Warriors to do a task so mundane as heaving snow... I am of the opinion that Goddess Freyja has too high a regard for Her Heroes than to send them clearing pathways for Mere Mortals to walk on -- What were you thinking Nano?...Let us hope the Beautiful Golden Queen of those far away icy Fjords and Mountains didn't have a Spy Slave creeping about the Dark Winter night -- Her War-like wrath is Terrible indeed, and as She already has Issues to raise with you....From The Goddess.

I could see that I was going to get into trouble for that! I also had a voice mail message from her.

Voice mail message from Goddess Nemesis, 3 Dec, 5.19pm

Hello Slave Nano, this is the Goddess speaking to you. You probably will by now have received my text in the context of me being Goddess Nemesis. But, Slave Nano, I find it amazing that you really cast yourself out in the snow at five to two in the morning; that was absolutely awesome. I wish I had been there to see you. I hope you took a photograph on your phone. I wish I could have been stood there, as a Snow Goddess of course. Thank you for following my directions. I'm really amused; I am awe inspired with you as a person and very pleased with you as a slave. Goodbye Nano.

I was overwhelmed by Goddess's generous words. It is very satisfying for a slave to know that he has pleased his mistress and this was, indeed, a perilous but fair trial she had set. I was glad that I had gone some way to atone for cancelling a session with her and texted her back.

Text message from Slave Nano, 6 Dec, 9.29 am

Your slave is glad you were amused that he sacrificed himself to the Snow Goddess. Of course, once the order had been given, there was never any doubt that Slave Nano would act on it such is Goddess's control over her slave. It was a fair penance and homage to you and a thrilling and edgy experience for your slave.

As I reflected on the events of the last few days I recognised that the snow had been sent for a purpose; to test Goddess's slave and that perhaps I was even meant not to get to her dungeon that day so she could set me this trial. Goddess Nemesis, in league with Skadi, the Goddess of snow and winter, was testing her slave to see what lengths he would go to serve her.