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Wet Cherry of Truth	By : uztre Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 96308 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Summary:
Yennefer accompanies General Azol to the shop Passionata and gets not only her hottest and most expensive outfit purchasable on the entire planet, but also taught the desired lesson in submission, spanking and what it really means to be a Master's slave. Just for the mission and the cover of being a haweenay of course...
Tags: M/F, Dom/sub, black MASTER/white slave, slavery, consensual, spanking, fingering, anal sex, Love Egg
Notes:
- Spell-checked on June 15, 2018
The sun was breaking down through the horizon, vanishing into the darkness like blue skies changing into a spectacle of stars dancing around each other in orange and red colors. The dusk was nigh, people already being on the way to their homes as diligent traders closed their market stalls for today, auditing the books while counting the crowns. The clattering sound of coins was filling the place and troubadours were packing up their belongings and scales, being tired and seeking for rest after a day of hard work and profitable business.

In contrast to them, heavily-armed redanian soldiers were enriching the streets by going on patrols and making a serious face to everyone who seemed to be not one of them, a loyal citizen of Oxenfurt and Kind Radovid. The preparations for today's special event were obviously applying pressure in a palpable way to all participants, even to those who weren't invited. The mood was subdued and a feeling of sobriety was spreading all over the city's clean streets and shady back alleys while the beautiful sorceress Yennefer of Vengerberg and General Javvar Azol of Zerrikania were holding hands and heading to the famous shop called Passionata.

The whole 'hand-holding' thing like a couple wasn't Yennefer's idea of course, but the fact she was still closely resembling a cheap whore with her skimpy dress given by her last lover, Netek Rivay, just substantiated Javvar's assertion that it would have been the best idea if they displayed the people of Oxenfurt their 'close' affiliation to avoid unnecessary confusions and problems. Even though Yennefer's struck feminist ego bore her teeth and turned flips of agony in the darkness, she willingly accepted her 'newest' Master's proposal without giving a second thought. The General's strong presence as an official ambassador and the way the soldiers stepped aside to treat them with dignity and respect they, and especially Yennefer, always deserved was enough to convince the raven-haired sorceress and to make her press her soft, cool palm even more keenly against Javvar's bold and warm hand.

And yes, calling Netek a lover and not a sexual molester anymore wasn't a coincidence. After only a few hours of not having him around her, she found herself admitting in all seriousness that she was missing him, his childish and mostly obscene behavior. Yennefer didn't feel attracted by his vulgar enunciation but by his possessive aura, his way to enforce his rules to get his will no matter what his prey was thinking of him or his character. Netek was quite the anti-Geralt, and maybe this was the point what made the dominant dwarf so irresistible for her. Even if she was throwing words to him such as asshole and idiot, Yennefer couldn't deny how much she got used to his inappropriate bottom slaps and groping, the rough touch of his rubbing fingers along and inside her clit, how much she craved after some countless relentless thrusts of his big cock into her tiny snatch and asshole over and over again, and...

Yennefer's pussy was dripping when they suddenly arrived at the door of the famous shop. Inside, it didn't last a second as a well-educated, young woman with a polite smile met them. She was maybe around twenty and exclusively dressed. The typical, sexy Passionata-way like including red lipstick, long ponytail, skin-tight outfit and Louboutin heels. "Sir, welcome here at the Passionata store. Where seductive fashion, unique taste, and fervor melt together and every woman's heart beats faster. My name is Janine and I'm here to make every wish of yours and your lady come true. Satisfaction guaranteed." The vendor's eyes moved to Yennefer and her tattered clothes and cheap outfit. It was clear that she was asking herself what someone like the General had to do with her. Yennefer, however, was flying high. Distracted by all the beautiful dresses, shoes and lingerie, she couldn't look herself fill with a place resembling a dream. If she were alone, she would have actually masturbated to the scene.

"A mutual friend of ours send me here," Javvar stated straightaway.

"I understand, Sir." Janine immediately walked to the door and turned the key in the lock, then came back again. "Please follow me. I will bring you to our special part of this building where the most exquisite and expensive clothes and heels are. To save time, I already gathered every piece of your slave's outfit on behalf of our mutual friend, Sir."

Yennefer's lilac eyes shot open. "I won't piece together my own outfit? Rubbish- Ouch!"

A firm slap of a palm landed on the raven-haired sorceress' bubble butt and shut her up. Javvar's eyes glowed as his naughty slave's cheeks reddened in pain and desire. "Slave, you will behave yourself or you get punished. No backtalk! Have I made myself clear?!"

"Y-yes..." Yennefer replied innocently, lips moving on their own.

Suddenly, another slap made the raw flesh of her backside giggle and her pussy tickle.

"Nngh-"

"Yes what, slave?!" Javvar asked in deadly earnest, kneading Yennefer's perfect rear while pressing his trained body against hers. Both looked at each other, the General down and the sorceress up.

"Y-yes, Sir!" The words poured out Yennefer's mouth as if they were the most natural things to say. Her pussy was going now even crazier, heart throbbing in the chest with her legs pressing together.

"Good. Never forget that as long as you are MY slave, you are MY property. And even as MY surrogate haweenay, you are obliged to follow MY instructions no matter WHEREVER we are or WHENEVER I issue them. And you will ALWAYS, ALWAYS address me by Master or Sir. A breach of these rules, no matter how small they seem, will entail a severe and immediate punishment. Never forget, good slaves get rewarded, bad slaves disciplined. Have you understood that, slave?!"

Again, the feminist part of her ego was yelling bloody murder, but Yennefer couldn't resist the horny pressure building up between her legs and burning through her belly and tits toward her mind. The arousal breaking forth with the idea of being really owned pushed her logic mind over the edge. She was inferior, a slave of a black Man. He was her Master. He possessed her, could use her...

The excitement was infinite.

"Yes, Master," Yennefer replied, this time with conviction and burning ambition, feeling the General's black cock rubbing against her belly through his silk pants. His finger was still lifting her chin, eyes locked at hers.

"Finally. Now move on and let me enjoy the view of your crunchy butt I possess," Javvar ordered and spanked the formerly annoying sorceress' bottom once. It was time she learned her place, he thought. Although his heart unconditionally belonged to his real haweenay back in Zerrikania, he had to admit that the enslavement and cultivation of the sorceress Yennefer of Vengerberg had an addictive appeal with him. And he began to understand why his friend took such a great interest in her when he asked him to take care of her for one night.

It was so obvious...

In the Zerrikanian Culture, the victorious party of a war didn't just enslave arbitrarily female women of defeated countries or villages. The aptitude test and the appropriate suitability criterions were very high. A woman of twenty years minimum must have not only been exceptionally beautiful and having unique features like rare eye colors, flawless skin and feminine body, full lips and outstanding facial characteristics, but also possessing following four qualities as well: perfect health, sharp intellect, tough personality and most importantly the unfettered ability to breed strong black babies for the clan, its army and political posts.

Unlike in the Northern and Southern Kingdoms, biracial children were highly esteemed by the Zerrikanian Society, occupying high offices and military ranks - but only within the borders of the clan they belong to, of course. There couldn't be a talk of real race equality since there was still some sort of a caste system and firm belief of the superiority of the black race. And even if a slave became the clan's highest concubine or dignitary, a marriage between a zerrikanian citizen and a slave was impossible, still totally out of question, the mere thought of it taboo and publicly mentioning a criminal act.

In addition to these facts, the procreation of children was only allowed between black men and white female servants. Zerrikanian women could still have sexual intercourse with white male servants, but it was illegal to get pregnant or to carry a mixed child to full term. Only black zerrikanian males had the privilege to breed white women and to keep their children as a natural consequence, according to the motto 'Breed Proud. Breed Strong. Breed Black'. And since the colour white was associated with purity and innocence, and the color black with fury and potency, it was socially believed that a conflation of both was inevitably leading at the end to every white female's sexual submission and revelation of her true and intended destiny: To become a Black Master's obedient slave. For that reason, the seed of zerrikanian men was mostly regarded as a crucial factor to keep the bloodline and the superiority of the whole zerrikanian nation 'pure' and strong. Something a zerrikanian woman wasn't capable of with a white man, indeed.

Overall, Yennefer of Vengerberg didn't possess all the required qualities, especially the part with the fertility, but over the past decades, Javvar had learned to never underestimate his friend's willpower to manage the impossible and to succeed. If his friend really had plans with the hot sorceress, it went much deeper than he or anybody else was able to perceive...

"Sir, please wait here a second," Janina said, her sexy voice rousing him from profound thoughts. They were standing in the middle of an empty side room, as the vendor closed and locked the door. Yennefer and Javvar exchanged glances. Then, Janine came back and touched one of the wall's bricks and a bright light filled the entire room, opening a portal in the form of a square, its body black and leading into emptiness.

"A portal. Smart," the raven-haired sorceress muttered, the excitement of seeing the most expensive Passionata dresses and shoes reaching the peak. Without hesitation, she stepped inside and felt before she disappeared the General's bold fingers fondling her ass again. It lasted a second before they got re-materialized and Yennefer's eyes gaped wide open like exploring a scene of her soggiest dreams: A multistory room filled with clothes, shoes, and jewelry of exquisite sort as far as the eye could see. The entire room was a magic illusion only existing in magic time and space, and being only walkable by other Passionata shops' portals. A safe house of highest security level.

Yennefer was speechless, the itchiness in her pussy going crazy. The urge to smack her palm against her clit and to start stroking herself into nirvana became almost irresistible. And it didn't help at all when Javvar suddenly pressed himself tight to her backside and the entire shaft of his big cock slid into the teeny crack of her bubble butt. Yennefer felt how it pulsated and twitched, its fierce vibes stimulating her sensitive pussy lips and the thin, wrinkled muscles of her sphincter. His hands clutched tightly the sides of her pelvis.

An escape was impossible...

... not desired.

... not needed.

"There is a secret between a Master and his slave only very few people know or understand," Javvar whispered and skimmed his lips along the soft, round edge of her right ear, the cool air of his breath vaporizing and making her bite her lower lip. Yennefer could hear his strong heartbeat as he let his chin rest on her shoulder and one of his hands clasp her neck, choking slightly. "Most people think slavery it's just based on sex, submission, and exploitation. Nothing else." Yennefer's body trembled and the precious nectar of her cunt ran down her long legs, filling the air with a sweet odor of cherries. "But a true Master-slave relationship is based, first and foremost, on trust, true devotion, and attraction. It's a symbiotic give-and-take situation in which the Master has to make the first, imperative move. And if he verily accomplishes to conquer his slave's innermost part, then and only then she will accept her inferior being and inevitable fate, reveal her true depraved self. Then and only then, slave, she will find her true salvation and life purpose, and be finally and definitely complete..."

Yennefer was ready to cum. When the fervent heat became unbearable, Javvar's grip on her throat tightened and his other hand moved down her gushing slit. A movement which almost caused her to orgasm and scream her lungs out, if there wasn't his seductive voice ordering her, "Slave, you will not cum now, and not until I allow you to do so. You will wait for MY permission. Understood?"

This was the worst thing Yennefer could think of right now, as she clenched her teeth and pressed her legs together in such needy way her toes curled in her ankle-high boots. Yennefer didn't understand yet why she obeyed his orders or why she was doing what she was doing at the moment. It felt just so good, so right, so... natural. Her mission to find that crystal and make it out from the auction house became a secondary objective. Pleasure defined her imaginations and mind. And it was just too bad that Netek wasn't here, she thought. He would have already fucked her brain out, although this very foreplay felt as amazing as the rough plowing itself.

"I'm such a slut now... Need this... Please..."

"Yes, M- Aaaghh please..." Yennefer mumbled as Javvar began to slowly caress the soft walls and her snatch with two fingers, causing soggy noises to spread all over the place filled with the most expensive clothes of the continent someone could imagine. "Please Master, let me cum. I need it so bad. Pleeeeasse..."

"No," Javvar replied and kissed his slave's sweaty neck, inhaling her beautiful lilac and gooseberry perfume while enjoying her struggling in every detail. The last time he had to domesticate a white woman was a long time ago when his clan played a little part in the Zerrikanian Society and his father was its leader. "You will endure and obey. Is that clear, slave?!"

Yennefer was on the verge of cumming like never before, as her lilac eyes fell backward and the words unwittingly spelled out, "Yes, M-m-master." She felt as if her body and mind had completely surrendered themselves to the pleasure and served only their animalistic instinct. The logical reasoning was suspended. "Yes, Sir. I will ngnnf-"

"Janine, you don't sell here a so-called 'Love Egg' by chance, do you?"

The raven-haired sorceress had totally forgotten the vendor's presence, as she heard the girl's instant answer resounding from behind, "Of course, we do, Sir. Which type and specifications do you prefer?"

"Type X, three inches in length and one inch in width, maximum vibration capacity, wireless, with remote control and mind manipulator capabilities. And it has to be made of magic sapphire and have a ninety-nine point nine percent magic purity. Can you get that for my little pussycat here?"

"Aah the famous 'Witch Breaker'. One of our most expensive and most approved devices on the continent. Legend has it that the powerful sorceress Sabrina Glevissig herself was brought to heel after she got resurrected to life again and in only two hours. Perfect choice, Sir. I'll be right back," Janine stated with an amusing voice and trotted away with her five-inch Louboutin pumps and perky ass. Yennefer would have weighed in with her opinions but was too busy to not cum and lose her mind, her entire body spasming now and hands benumbed with pleasure shaking in heat. The words 'Sabrina' and 'resurrected' blurred into the void which seemed to be endless and so intense that everything the sexy vendor just said seemed to make sense at the moment.

"Here, Sir," Janine appeared with a smile and the Witch Breaker in her hand. "Do you wish to seal this pioneering stage of your slave's inferior life with a legally and magically binding slave contract as well?"

"Yes. But before we make the next step, I'd like you to show me where my slave's new lingerie is. I want to combine the whole dressing with her fall into depravity. Is this possible?" Javvar asked, his fingers still running up and down Yennefer's clit non-stop.

Janine nodded her head and walked away.

"Have you come yet?" He whispered to the trembling sorceress' ear softly.

"N-nnno, S-sir."

"Good, slave. What a remarkably strong will you have. Most pets would have already given up, but you... I'm not the first Master who put efforts into the domesticating of this naughty slave here, am I right?"

"N-no, Sir... Can I cum now?"

"No, my little pussycat. Not yet. Keep up a little longer and you'll be rewarded. Trust me."

For yet unknown reasons, Yennefer really believed him, as she nodded her head as much as she could with his firm grasp around her slim throat. Subsequently, his hand between her legs pulled off and long drops of sticky pussy juices dropped to the wooden floor and into the puddle between her heeled boots. The primal urge to cum didn't vanish, on the contrary actually, even increased in a painfully delicious manner.

"Splendid. You are a good slave, Yennefer of Vengerberg. But I want you to go now to Janine, strip stark naked and then put all the lingerie on. Alright?"

"Yes, Master... but-"

"But?!" Javvar's grasp tightened again, eyebrow rising.

"My collar. I can't take it off. It's magically locked."

"I see. Then just remove anything else. We'll deal with it later. C'mon!"

Yennefer was released and pushed forward with one heavy smack on her butt, surprised that Javvar wasn't curious about the collar and its story. However, since her mind and pussy were still running crazy, she decided to not give much of a thought about it and moved on as ordered while keeping the primal urge to cum at distance as possible.

A few seconds later, she was standing in the very middle of the entire room with a large mirror and wooden table loaded with the undergarments, pair of heels, jewelry and silver accessory for the special event tonight. Her eyes wandered around her dress which was black and staggering, like none of those she ever had or was able to afford to buy. It was clearly unique and made of best materials. Again, Yennefer had to resist the addictive pleasure to cum like a cheap whore Netek was used to call her back on the ship.

"Sir, can I offer you something to drink while your slave is preparing herself for you?"

"That would be perfect. Do you have zerrikanian whiskey with ice on offer?"

"I'll be right back, Sir," Janine replied and left the raven-haired sorceress alone, who was busy to admire every little piece of her new outfit by running her fingers along its stitches and threads. The fabric was light in weight but also robust and flexible. Something she had never seen so far. The common fashion on the continent was based on leather, wool, silk, and linen, pursuing an approach of encasing and 'hiding' women's bodies behind long skirts, sleeves, and corsets with low-cut necklines and leather boots. Many parts of the body, except for the upper side of her bosom, were kept under wraps.

The designers of Passionata, however, had pursued a totally different approach right from the beginning. Their clothes, and especially dresses, were tailored to the way every woman's body was playing its cards of her feminine and classy charms right. The presentation and look of her entire body remained important, not only her breasts. Therefore, their dresses were always skin-tight and extra light, highlighting the woman's legs, butt, boobs and posture and radiating elegance and dignity. In other words: Passionata fashion was perfect for peacocky and drop-dead gorgeous sorceresses.

"You like your new outfit so far?" The General asked nicely and took a sip of glass which Janine had just recently handed over to him.

"It's incredible..." Yennefer admitted in honesty, feeling how much she got turned on by the imagination of participating in an event where every man and woman was going to set jealous eyes on her and admire her beauty. Finally, she could rid herself of this skimpy dress of a whore and start to move on from the humiliating experiences on the ship and in the port. It was time to demand some decency again.

With few quick moves of her arms, Yennefer freed herself of the black dress and the ankle-high boots. Since had decided to leave the red garter in the sewers, there wasn't anything left which could have been treated as clothing. From the corner of her eye, she recognized how Javvar's eyes glowed at the exquisite sight of her naked body looking flawless and juvenile, her wet pussy bare-shaven and her legs shiny. If this wasn't enough already, Javvar was also forced to admit how majestically her curly, raven black hair fell on her shapely shoulders, and this way strengthened her hotness and imperiousness additionally.

"You like what you see, Sir?" Yennefer asked with an enticing smile.

"More than that. Speechless, thrilled and puzzled at the same time. Why has this slave not already been in possession of a Master? Where or what is the catch about you, hm?"

A sweet chuckle flew out of the sorceress' lips. "I don't know. You should ask men I think, Master."

"I understand," Javvar grinned. "Let me guess. Overconfidence, high level of intelligence, cynical by nature and a selfish, libertarian and unreasonable character... Around you, most men must feel uncomfortable and their masculinity in danger. Am I right?"

This time it was Yennefer who was speechless. Not that she would have agreed to his description of her character, but his analysis sounded exactly like Geralt's last time when they had a tough fight. There was only one difference. The General described to her the same way BEFORE he was inevitable forced to argue with her. "I see Master has informed himself about me perfectly."

"I wish I would have done that. But the truth is, Yennefer, I only knew two things about you before we met each other. Your full name and social status. And the request to leave my real haweenay home and let you accompany me instead. Nothing more. A clear mistake I must admit."

"How could you-"

"Form an opinion about you after only... thirty minutes??" Javvar stepped closer and brushed a long curly hair of hers back to the ear while looking down at her pale, naked body. "For most people here, Zerrikania is famous for its invention of bombs, its exotic animals, and tattooed warrior women. Only a few people understand that the greatest strength of our country is our inherent ability to reckon up people's true nature and character, to correctly asses complicated political situations. Our entire war philosophy and slavery business are based on it. That's the reason why we have been remaining neutral in this war, why haven't already conquered these lands and enslaved their white women and bred them. And imagine what would happen, if we weren't able to choose the best and most fertile women for our harems and breeding stocks, for the breeding quality of new soldiers... Clans would get massive problems in the long run, to say nothing of the money and time loss... And we can't just go back to the defeated villages and demand new slaves and give the useless ones back again..."

"I get what you are saying, Sir," Yennefer uttered sexily. Something about getting bred by countless black men turned her so much on that her hands unwittingly began to touch Javvar's ripped chest through his tunic, teasing him by squeezing her sexy body against his. "Are you telling me, Master, that if you look at me, you only see a useless slave?"

Javvar chuckled warmly. "You, my slave, are what we would call in Zerrikania 'a Koshar Azol', which means loosely translated 'an uncut diamond'." The raven-haired sorceress' eyebrows arched, cheeks blushing. "Don't get me wrong. You're clearly the pinnacle of your white race, an alpha girl and born leader through and through. But as much as you're beautiful and smart, you will only embrace your inner peace and lead a fulfilling life if you allow yourself to get tamed and domesticated, shaped and loved by a relentless man of the same kidney... And if the man you love can't provide you that, you better finish with him, move on and seek someone who's really capable of. Someone who's ready to contribute, endeavor and really dedicate himself to you and your needs. As a Koshar Azol, my slave, you deserve a man like that, and nothing less."

The imagination of Geralt and his vain attempts to tame and domesticate her made Yennefer almost laugh herself silly. How he tried to punish her misbehavior and teach her the ins and outs, pushed her over his lap and spanked her ass sore till she begged him to stop and fuck her. Or how he called her 'his slave' and gagged her to prevent her from uttering silly objections, and then pumped his dick into her tiny asshole and savored every little tear streaming down her pathetic face. For Yennefer, even the slightest imagination was hilarious and a thing of impossibility.

Although she always considered their sex life as good and fulfilled, deep down and the longer they had been together she began noticing that there was something missing. Without a doubt, Geralt of Rivia was a good lover, but just good. And when Ciri came into their lives, their fates were irrevocably bound together and Geralt the easiest choice of having sex at call-in reach. But all the time and after all the things they both had gone through, she always stewed over the question whether her feelings she had for the Witcher were made-up by the Last Wish and due to their roles as Ciri's parents. In the past and till today, she consistently tended to say No, but after the last twenty-four hours and what she had discovered about her real, true sexuality, Yennefer started to doubt her feelings for Geralt.
Because good was not just good enough anymore.

She needed more. Deserved more. Every day. Always.

"This slave needs you, Sir," Yennefer teased and fondled his big, semi-hard cock through the pants.

"You haven't understood anything, have you?" Javvar uttered, eyes sparkling dominantly as his right hand flipped to her slim neck and choked it slightly, his left working her buttcheek. "You can't fool me, Yennefer of Vengerberg. I know you're just acting like a slave to get your selfish pleasure from my actions. I know you're just trying to lead me to believe in your submissiveness, to deceive me into thinking you have the slightest idea of being a slave. But you are wrong if you think I'd allow you to use me the same way you used your last Master. It won't happen that way. If you want something, you will have to give me a piece of your soul back first. Earn your pleasure. Show me you're truly devoted to me. Even if it's only for several hours... Now turn around and put all your new lingerie on, slave. Quick!"

Yennefer's heart jumped with joy, as the General's hands unfastened and she was released back to her beloved clothes again. She didn't know why she got so turned on by all this Master-slave treatment or why she was playing along at all. Was it the desperate need for pleasure? Cock? Or had she become a sex addict after all those events on the ship and Netek? Yennefer didn't know. The only thing she could think of was to satisfy her hunger for the General's attention.

Bracing her butt against the wooden table, Yennefer lasciviously pulled up the black, lace stocking with patterns of lilac at the top to the middle of her sexy thighs. Afterward, she swung herself into the black garter belt and attached it with two elastic straps on each side and stockings. All the time, Javvar's severe glance didn't leave go of the raven-haired sorceress' hot body which was resembling more and more to a living Goddess of beauty and hotness. And when Yennefer achieved to hook up her black push-up bra and to slip into the black thong, the General visibly licked his lips once and ordered her to put on the five inch high, black patent-leather stilettos with shiny, red-lacquered soles, one inch platforms and straps that went around her ankles, making the heels very secure and comfortable to walk in. Every little piece of her lingerie felt exceptional, handmade and perfect.

And sexy as hell, even for Yennefer's standards.

As the raven-haired sorceress finally stood in front of the mirror and admired her own beauty, Javvar's walked behind her and waved his arms around her slim neck, holding an incredible, silver opera-length necklace of five strands ornamented with little diamonds and sapphires in the air. The sparkling jewelry was long and hanged down her pushed-up, b-cup tits. Yennefer's and Javvar's eyes raised at the incredible sight which had revealed itself before them. The sorceress' appearance became the paragon of absolute purity and femininity.

But that was not all.

Yennefer had to put on silver bracelets and rings as well, each one elaborately decorated with diamonds and lilac patterns to show every people on earth how beautifully flawless a woman could look like, if her lover or husband, or Master, wanted her to do so. Yennefer was the living proof that perfection was possible. A loud 'Wow!' escaped Janine's lips as her speechless glimpse eyed the sorceress' queen-worthy body up while she was sexily standing there in her Louboutin stilettos and her pushed-up tits, her curly hair dangling down onto her shoulder and down her spine.

How would she even look if she had the dress on?

"As far as I heard elven women here are generally considered as the most beautiful women in the kingdoms," Javvar said with an erotic voice and stood behind Yennefer, kissed her shoulder and looked in the mirror and into her lilac eyes. "Today we proved otherwise. Your beauty is beyond anything possible, my slave."

There was nothing Yennefer could disagree with. She was perfect, and she wanted to say that but was totally bowled over. Not because of her new-found modesty but magnificent feeling she had finally left the image of a whore behind again. Her look was corresponding to her status as a queen-like sorceress and underlining what was appertained to her real identity. There wasn't a doubt that she deserved this.

"Thank you, Master. Can I cum NOW?" Yennefer smirked in a depraved way, feeling General's hand guiding under her thong straight to her itchy and tiny pussy, causing her to push her already pushed-out bubble butt to graze on his semi-erect, black cock. His lips rested on her spine as Yennefer moaned when his fingers circled around her sensitive clit.

"Now we will begin with the real part of your domestication, my little pussycat. And before you wear the dress, we have to clarify the details of our relationship first, sign off the necessary contract every slave has to. Bend over the table and part your legs, c'mon... and never forget: You won't cum before I give you the permission to."

Without hesitation, Yennefer turned around with wild with excitement and bent over, her heeled stilettos and thong making it easy for her to spread her legs apart and to expose the thin lips of her moist cunt to the world. For a split second, she thought he was just going to fuck her here and on the spot, as Janine trotted to her and placed a pile of sheets under her nose. The raven-haired sorceress' eyes gaped wide open.

"Till now, my slave, everything we have done together was symbolic, entirely superficial. A game without consequences. But like every proper marriage, a Master-slave relationship must be liable to rules and commitments as well. This standard slave contract is a legally binding and valid on the entire continent including the Northern and Southern Kingdoms, and Zerrikania of course. With your signatures, Yennefer of Vengerberg, you will truly become my slave for the next twelve hours."

Even as Yennefer finished to read the first sentence, a hard slap on her butt startled her up. Eyes widened and back straightened with arousal, as another harsh slap made her buttcheeks wobble before she even could say something in response. "Read out loud!" Javvar ordered, fingers softly caressing the aching spot and making Yennefer gaze back as another painfully pleasant bolt of hot fireworks spread inside her body, her hands clenching to fists.

"Read out loud. Now," the General ordered again, voice still calm and rigid. Like in slow motion, his right hand shot in the air majestically and rested there for a while before its rugged palm clashed with the sorceress' bubbly cheeks with such a severe force that she couldn't much do than to bit her lower lip and to gulp back a sob, her lilac eyes still locked at his.

"What a naughty slave we have here. Obviously, a more determined and harsher treatment is needed to discipline you," Javvar stated dominantly. For a moment, Yennefer was totally thunderstruck and didn't know how she should act correctly, with her pussy going crazy and her mind spinning. There was no time to think further, as another slap came out of nowhere and made her yelp, hand forcing her head down to the table.

Her left cheek jiggled from the impact and a red partial handprint branded her left cheek. Yennefer stifled her moaned as best she could for the following few brutal slaps as well, which unfortunately remembered her very much of the disciplinary measures of Headmistress Tissaia de Vries who often used a paddle to punish misbehaving female students in Aretuza. Sometimes, it could take an hour and other girls were forced to watch the entire session from the beginning to end, the way tears, constant begging and sobs were meant to bring the insubordinate student, her, to reason again. Afterward, nothing bothered the student more than her welted bottom. The therapy had worked.

His fingers wrapped around the raven-haired sorceress' curly hair as Javvar pulled Yennefer's head up, the tip of his nose rippling on her ear. He was pushing her down while his index finger tapped at the first word on the page, breath tickling her neck.

[SPANK]

"Unggf... Slave Contract between General Javvar Azzol and..." She uttered and then stopped reading again. The next part was empty and underlined. "Pick up the pen and put your name on it," she heard him saying as another hard stroke hit and shook her body to the core. Doing what she was ordered to, the sorceress grabbed the luxury pen and dipped it into the little vial of ink, ready to write down her cover names chosen for the mission in the auction house into the empty space; 'Yenna' and 'Vester'.

Two high-pitched moans escaped her lungs, this time because of the two, rough spanks in a row. Yennefer felt the black man's crotch pulsating within his pants, pressing against her thighs. "Not your useless, fake name, slave. Your real name." Eyebrow arching in panic and pleasure, the sorceress' hand began shaking and causing drops of ink to trickle on the papers. Her heart was hitting the roof, jaw trembling because of the level of depravity. She was really going to submit herself to another man.

Be a slave. A property. She, Yennefer of Vengerberg.

The slightest possibility made her almost cum on the spot.

[SPANK]

"I-I will cum. I am cum-" Yennefer mumbled and moaned but was immediately cut off when she was tugged at her hair. "No, you won't. I forbid you to cum, slave! Now write your real name and origin. Quick! I accept only the truth," Javvar ordered with gritted teeth while his arm went back in a more horizontal way this time, instead of naturally darting up in the air, just to get fired down like a bolt on her sore bubble butt again.

"Aaaghh... " Yennefer panted in delight, digging the pen into the ink, fingers sweaty as she started writing, "Yen-" and then was forcefully stopped by rigid palms crashing into her tushy, making the bouncing of her flesh reflect in the dark lens of his eyes enjoying how perfectly her cheeks balanced firmness with softness at each contact with his palm. "Write your name in full, slave, AND the nickname your last and unofficial Master gave to you. Then explain the story behind it."

[SMACK]

"Yes Master, Sir," the randy sorceress submissively replied like a former, young student of Aretuza, elbows pressed down on the edge of the table, wrist moving to print the words, " and also know as ." Even as she was finished with the last letter, he pulled her head back against his broad chest, her face looking up and his stern gazing down. Yennefer's body was sandwiched between the desk and the tall black man's strong physique, unable to move as his long shaft shoved into the tiny crack of her buttocks and kept her trapped at his mercy.

Looking up to the roof and into waiting eyes, Yennefer mumbled with shaking voice, "I was on a ship for a week and got sold to the crew like a whore, and-" She couldn't finish her story as few bold fingers eventually sneaked up her inner thighs, pushed the soft strap of her thong aside and pressed against her sensitive clit, rubbing and circling around the button. The sorceress spasmed and bit her lower lip, eyes still locked at Master Azol, as he uttered, "And what?! Finish the sentence, my little pussycat."

Yennefer was helpless against the forced fingering, feeling an intense stream of pleasure rushing up to her body, and down her slender legs in the form of sweet, delicious pussy juices. Two fingers pushed deeper, gave the sorceress no time to think things through, as she panted, "And... Aaaggh I was screwed, used and humiliated by more than fifty and very horny sailors, and, and I LOVED IT, SIR!" Yennefer's toes curled in her stilettos as the black General crammed his index and middle finger faster and harder into her tiny, gushing snatch than ever, making her mascara-covered eyelashes flicker in pleasure. Confessing such a truth felt liberating and endlessly perverse.

"You are indeed a very naughty pussycat, but you weren't on the ship because you were looking for the debasement and an easy way to quench your thirst for rough sex," the bald-headed zerrikanian slave master uttered and added with a stern voice as he intensely speeded up his fingerfucking, "Why are you here in Oxenfurt, Yennefer of Vengerberg? What is your secret you don't want anybody to know?"

Heart racing in fear and mind in arousal, Yennefer sought for an exit and way out, even looked out for possible escape routes of this magic room, just to come to the conclusion that there was actually no way out this time. The intensity of the pleasure became too much. She was trapped, hearing her own lusty groans coming out of her mouth so naturally that she even realized how she spread her legs more open and let Javvar Azol's rough fingers have better access and into her deepest folds. Panic seemed to be a good choice now. Panic and multiple orgasms...

"Tell me, slave, why are you here? And who is the previous owner and Master of this delicious pussy I am thrusting my fingers into? Give me an honest insight into your soul and you'll come a little closer to your desired salvation! Come on!"

The raven-haired sorceress' lips shivered, sweat dripped off her forehead. She would have told, said, done anything to avoid telling the truth, but her plan of Ciri's finding was always a red line, the point of keeping it secret from anybody else of vital importance. And at first, it seemed the way Yennefer really accomplished to hide her true intentions. Javvar, however, easily figured out her crumbling resistance and decided to go further, as he roughly pulled the sorceress' curly hair back and slapped across her buttcheeks ten times in turns. Yennefer's fervent moans resounded in the entire room.

"Aaarrggh... no please stop spanking me, Master, Anghh I can't hold myself back anymore. I'm cumming. I'm cumming I-" Yennefer yelped and tears of heat welled up in her eyes, the time bomb mixed with blazing firestorm and volcanic eruption being near its final detonation. Javvar liked his lips and ignored her pleading, kept hammering his palm against her aching cheeks. The black straps between her garter belt and lace stockings were churning as her hands grasped the edge of the desk.

"Tell why you are here and I'll allow you to cum... perhaps!"

[SPANK]

Wailing and sobbing like a little sex-craved sorceress, Yennefer couldn't take it anymore as she heard herself shouting back, "I'm here for CIRI! MY DAUGHTER! PLEASE MASTER, LET ME CUM! PLEASE!!!"

The General's punishment stopped as desired and his lips approached her ear. "You can cum now, slave," he whispered softly, his palm floating sensually over Yennefer's reddened, sore places of her cheeks, each touch made her clit swell and her mind go nuts. The satisfaction was not from this world, as Yennefer's entire body started shaking and a wave of sexual energy and then calm washed over her. The best orgasm of her life touched the sorceress' confused mind and took control of her body. She screamed her head off, not understanding how something on earth could feel so good and almost hurt, so she wanted more and to stop at the same time, and then just got totally consumed by it to her very being of a slut and sorceress.

"Well done, my little pussycat. You shared something of yourself with me and now, I'm ready to reveal a secret of mine too," Javvar whispered as his grasp at her black hair unfastened, skipped to the thin hem of the thong and lifted it up. Still bending over the table and unable to move, Yennefer watched with watery eyes how a long squirt of saliva shoot out his lips and poured down on her tiny, crinkled sphincter, and then ran down to her already gushing cunt.

Yennefer knew perfectly what the General was up to, as he gave her a rough spank once more and spread her cheeks forcefully apart, enjoyed the way the pain of the spanking mingled with the horny pleasure Yennefer was addicted to. "You must know, I always wanted to know how an actual sorceress' pussy would taste like," he smirked and knelt down. The raven-haired sorceress' lilac eyes widened, as the black Master kissed her sore ass several times and his head disappeared behind her.

"Oh by the Goddess of sw- Aahh shit aaahhh..." Yennefer panted in guilty pleasure, as the slave master pushed out his tongue and started to lick her asshole, circling the round entrance before gliding down to the beginning of her sweet, delicious pussy mound. The tongue slowly continued to slide along two wet pussy lips until it stopped at the blazing clit, only to do the whole pleasant procedure in reverse order again.

Yennefer went crazy, with Javvar's handsome face buried deep inside her ass crack while making her come, eyes rolling back and fingers clenching harder. He was eating her pink pussy, swallowing each drop of the sweet nectar that leaked out from the tiny hole. His bold hands pressed against her buttocks, spreading them apart while his head was constantly bobbing up and down, making the sorceress wish he would actually fuck her pussy senseless after he had enough of its aromatic, cherry taste.

Even as she thought it couldn't get any better, a thick thumb pushed gently into her anus, stretching out the teeny sphincter just as much he needed to get its short length inside. Yennefer panted, moaned and spasmed with pleasure, and she felt how the arousing pussy-eating mixed with the anus-penetration pushed her over the edge of anything she ever desired. Lasting for a very long time, Javvar Azol crammed another thump into her asshole, tugged and tore at it until he was able to see the pink, smooth folds of her rectum appearing finally by the faint candlelight.

Wallowing in addictive delight and eyes diving back into the bliss, Yennefer heard him saying, "Mmm, your pussy tastes so gooood. And it's so damn tight, begging me to spoil its womb with my superior, black seed." The General got up and smacked her butt with a smirking face, and then grabbed her braided ponytail to lift her up again, his fresh breath smelling of cherry and blossom reached her senses, as she heard him ordering, "Look back at me and stick your tongue out, my slave."

Feeling dizzy, Yennefer turned her head and stretched out her tongue like a little, submissive dog. The aftermath of the man's pussy-eating and multiple mini-orgasms had brought her to heel. There was not much left of a Lady of Vengerberg people were seeing her as such, and even less of a Lady at all. Gathering up saliva in the corners of his mouth, his middle finger shoved forcefully into Yennefer's anus, then slowly glided out before it hammered back again.

The sorceress' reaction was prompt as her eyes widened, eyebrows arched and legs spread in pleasure. She started panting once more, jaw tore open and tongue dangling in eager anticipation. While the fingerfucking was lasting on with one hand, the other tugged at her hair and pulled her closer to his face, as Javvar spat on her tongue and next into her gaping mouth, made her gums get covered with a sweet, oozy fleck of his saliva before flowing down her esophagus. It was the hottest and most depraved act Yennefer experienced since the events with Netek, and she shamefully adored it.

"Now tell me, my little pussycat. How does your pussy taste like? Do you like it?" The trained slave master asked, keeping the asshole penetration going as the sorceress' cheeks reddened in guilty pleasure. Yennefer nodded her head. "It tastes like cherries and fresh blossoms. And I love it, Sir."

"Me too, my slave," he stated, pulled his asshole-penetrating middle finger out and pushed it deep into her gushing cunt. A harsh moan escaped Yennefer's lungs. As he pulled the long finger out again, a clear liquid of her sweet nectar was leaking down from it, what he instantly inserted into Yennefer's gaping lips this time. "Taste it once more, my slave," he said and led the moist finger into her mouth. Instantly, Yennefer closed her lips around his finger and started to ravenously suck on it. After some a minute, Javvar withdrew his middle finger and crammed it back into her cunt, and then fed his slave with another delicious liquid of her most precious nectar.

"Well well. Tell me my little pussycat, who has managed to make you his little slave before me, hm? What was his name? There are clear signs and marks of forced domestication all over your backside and behavior. Speak!"

[SPANK]

"Aahhh shit... Netek. His name was Netek Rivay, Master. Sir," Yennefer yelped in pleasure, couldn't see any reason to hide that fact any longer. To her surprise, the black slave master's eyebrows raised and a chuckle escaped his lips. "Rivay you say? It's miracle you're still in your right mind. Everyone knows that the little dwarf fucks his victims until they're completely tamed, marked and broken to get sold on the slave market. You must be very special if he allowed you to go."

[SPANK] [SMACK]

The painful pleasure was incredible, rushing through all parts of Yennefer's petite body, and so fast she couldn't grit her teeth as a profound, heavy orgasm reached its climax and forced the way out of her lips with a high-pitched, unstoppable groan. Agony, desire, and humiliation seemed to be the same thing as she collapsed on the desk, staring at the door, a part of her in hope Geralt would jump in and help her, another part enjoying any second of his absence.

"It doesn't matter. You belong to me now and you'll be my trophy slave tonight. Now get up and continue with signing off the contract. C'mon move, my little pussycat!"

[SPANK] [SPANK] [SPANK]

Buttcheeks blazing on sexual fire, the aiming sorceress grabbed the pen and was ready to proceed reading. A rough, dominant smack made her body tremble and pout back to the causer. "Pet, continue to read out loud again!"

Yennefer submitted from the heart. It felt like she would wrap up a deal with the devil and sell her soul. What was the alternative? She was still stuck between the table and the General's big, black cock. There was no need to resist at all.

[SPANK] [SMACK] [SPANK]

"Stop daydreaming slave and proceed!"

"Unngh yes Master, Sir..." Yennefer groaned in pleasure and read out aloud the contract.

//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
// Contract for Lifetime Enslavement No. 9361173
// Article 1 - Abstract, Intention, and Definitions
// This agreement is a contract between the Clan Azol and its chief Javvar Azol
// (hereafter referred to as "MASTER") and Yennefer of Vengerberg, and also know as
// Cocksucker Jenny, former adviser of Kind Demavend III and sorceress of the Lodge
// (hereafter referred to as "slave").

Yennefer's lilac eyes gaped as her gaze quickly skimmed quickly through the entire contract. It was obscene, not to say illegal in the Northern Realms. So how was this slave contract even going to be valid if it was signed off in a country where such agreement was outside its jurisdiction? Rumors about shadow ministry of slavery and trade suddenly came her to mind, which was unofficially operating in Redania as well. Even worse, all countries on the continent were maintaining a unified register. According to these persistent rumors, Redania had even become one of the most lucrative and used transit nation between the Nilfgaardian Empire, Povis, Skellige, and Zerrikania. It was said that every enslaved person was marked by a code and a 'symbol of shame' - his or her owner's personal initials. Once registered and marked as a slave, there was no way out of the dark and shady system, regardless of where he or she was.

Once a slave, always a slave.

But these were just stupid rumors to scare little children.

Right?

[SMACK]

"Keep reading, my slave!"

// It is intended to set out, in broad strokes, the terms, and conditions
// under which MASTER and slave enter into a relationship that
// is purely and entirely consensual. There is no duress understood, implied,
// or exerted upon either MASTER or slave.
// Thus, both parties are actively participating in the shape and form of this agreement,
// and by their signatures consent to govern their relationship within the boundaries
// outlined herein, with full understanding and acceptance of all implications
// expressed and implied.
//
// Article 2 - Signature Validity
// For purposes of this agreement, only an original signature by each of MASTER and slave
// shall be valid and binding for the contract and any addendum's hereto.
//
// Article 3 - Intention of Form of Relationship
// Master and slave, in recognition of the deep connection that they share,
// in recognition of MASTER's deep and abiding needs, and in recognition of slave's deep
// and abiding need to have an authority figure within her life, both parties choose
// to enter into a lifelong relationship as MASTER and his slave.

[SPANK] [SMACK]

// Article 4 - Rights and Responsibilities Common to MASTER and slave
// slave loses all her equal rights as an individual and privileges as a whole.
// MASTER acknowledges that he brings into the relationship his past experiences,
// and his own values and personality.
// slave agrees that MASTER's personal severity is necessary and desirable within
// the relationship.
// Thus, slave agrees to be responsible for her own emotional reactions,
// to deal with her own issues without undue fuss, and if these issues cannot be resolved
// personally then to talk about these issues with her MASTER, but not assign blame for the
// issues or for causing the issues on him.
//
// slave acknowledges that a relationship can only be based on submission and loyalty.
// Thus, all communication between MASTER and slave shall honest, with the intent of
// causing as little emotional, mental, or other harm to MASTER as possible.
//
// slave agrees that only MASTER is worth of respect and that one of the foundations
// of MASTER's and slave's relationship is the respect that slave holds for MASTER.
// In the event that this respect is lost, thus slave agrees to undergo
// harsh and painful punishment without right of recourse.

[SPANK] [SMACK]

// Article 5 - slave's Responsibilities
// slave agrees to the following without exception or complaints:
// - slave desires to be trained, domesticated, tamed, conditioned and raped.
// Therefore, slave knowingly, willingly, and willfully abdicates her freedoms to MASTER,
// to be returned only when, where, and how MASTER sees fit, for as long as MASTER sees fit.
// - slave shall accept all decisions made for her by MASTER.
// MASTER shall be served by the slave to the best of her ability,
// with dispatch and without reservation.
// - slave shall bear all marks and clothing as MASTER directs and gifts to
// him with pride and honor, and shall do so for any reason desired by MASTER.
// - slave shall not limit her actions or interactions with others in MASTER's presence,
// nor shall slave conceal anything from MASTER - from the body to thoughts and feelings.
// slave never has secrets from her MASTER.
// - slave shall always answer any question MASTER asks truthfully, slave shall also bring
// things to MASTER's attention that are important for MASTER to know.

[SPANK] [SMACK] [SPANK]

// - slave shall accept any dietary changes or restrictions that MASTER sees fit
// - slave's personal habits shall be remade at any time,
// in any manner MASTER desires, for any reason that Master desires.
// - slave shall accept all training measures and techniques
// that MASTER chooses to use, without question or reservation, at any time.

Yennefer stopped reading when Javvar shoved two fingers into her ass, sliding in and out with soft, motions first and brutal ones later. Before she even could look back, he spanked her harder than ever and yelled, "Keep reading, slave. Nobody said anything about stopping!"

"Yes, Master," the raven-haired sorceress blurted out without thinking twice, buttcheeks going to hell and back, her rectum getting stretched out brutally, as she kept reading with her sexy accent.

// - slave shall address MASTER as 'Master' or 'Sir' unless specifically directed
// otherwise by MASTER. MASTER refers to slave as 'slave' and 'pet'
// or other ways MASTER pleases.
// - slave's address of MASTER for questions shall be prefaced with, "Master?"
// Master may grant slave the ability to ask the question at that time,
// or may deny the ability to ask the question until later.
// In the case of denied speech, slave will remain silent until allowed speech again.
// - slave shall be permitted to explore sexually outside common society's norms
// (except with mutants such as witchers), as desired,
// by Master's permission, subject to the restrictions made above.
// - slave shall never deny entrance of MASTER to her cage, as long as this agreement persists.
// (slave maintains, at the inception of this agreement, in no separate home from MASTER.)
// - slave shall provide his financial, domestic, and other resources to MASTER
// for MASTER's upholding of His responsibilities. With signing this contract,
// all money including orens, crowns, florens and other currencies will be automatically
// forwarded to MASTER. slave is not permitted to own land, money, status or titles.
// - slave shall never perform any action that, by its nature, would bring shame to her MASTER,
// would demonstrate disrespect to MASTER, or disgrace MASTER.
// - slave acknowledges that MASTER invests significant time, effort,
// and emotional stress into her training. Thus, slave shall never make MASTER's life
// any more difficult than it needs to be, and shall also not attempt to control
// any situation that MASTER is currently in control of, except at MASTER's bidding.
// - slave will not talk about his MASTER in any terms, unless MASTER has given permission
// for slave to speak in that manner to the person that slave may be talking to.

[SPANK] [SMACK] [SPANK]

"Sir, I-I can't read any further. Please, don't make me sign it," Yennefer suddenly begged, trying to shake her butt to freedom. The entire contract was like committing suicide. Netek had already accomplished to destroy her self-esteem and reputation. She wasn't ready so far to bury her freedom as well.

"As my surrogate haweenay, you MUST sign this contract. There is no way around it, my slave. But you should know that I will personally rip the contract to pieces when we're made it outside the auction house together, and in one peace. You have to trust me," the General explained calmly.

"I-I-I don't know..." Yennefer was confused and unable to cope. The pleasure, the spanking, the debauchery, and all the addictive things in between became too much for her senses.

"Shhh it's alright, my slave, it's all good. Let me help you to focus again," Javvar whispered friendly. Occasionally, his hands ran down her sides, gripping her hips, stroking her exposed rear before fishing out his big, black cock from his leather pants. Yennefer jaw dropped at the delicious sight, hands unwittingly grasping at the edge of the table. "Aaaah!" She moaned out loud as she felt the black slave master's huge dick slide inside her, closing her eyes to endure the incredible penetration. There was no time to protest as he slammed his cock balls-deep into her rectum and brought the raven-haired sorceress to heel.

"Now keep reading again, slave. Accept what you WILL become. Trust me."

Toes digging into the platforms of her stilettos, Yennefer braced herself and moaned between sentences when she continued to read out again. The massive table was creaking loudly, and she eagerly rocked her hips, grinding back into the slave master's heavy thrusts. The slapping of his hips to her ass punctuated the pauses of her recitation.

// Article 6 - Master's Responsibilities
// Master agrees to the following:
// - MASTER shall provide for his slave's emotional, mental, and spiritual direction
// while the slave is in His cares. But there is no obligation in specific.
// - MASTER shall domesticate slave to proper, lifelong service to MASTER,
// in all facets of what MASTER desires.
// - MASTER shall refer to and address slave in any manner He sees fit,
// at any time, in any context.
// - There is no obligation that forces MASTER to take care of slave when the slave
// is otherwise physically incapacitated, ensure that slave gets all necessary
// medical attention, and ensure that slave is not asked to perform any action
// which would make any physical damage worse.

Yennefer's reading began to get more husky and ragged and the General pumped into her faster, getting her hot and aroused like before her biggest orgasm. His grasp at her curly hair unfastened long time ago and skipped to her hips which were getting used as a leverage to shove his cock even deeper into her. The powerful sound of big balls slapping constantly against her wet, delicious clit filled the entire room. All she felt was a huge cock spearing up into her belly, shoving the other organs aside.

An amazing feeling.

Javvar forced himself all way into in a long very quick push and then quickly pulled out until the mound of his black cock's bulbous head kissed the re-tightened sphincter, only to enjoy the feeling how it got stretched out and he was able to cram into her again with all force. At each brutal and desk-shaking stroke, Yennefer's sore cheeks wobbled and bounced brutally and her eyes jumped backward and fingers clenched in painful lust. "Just a little more to read, my slave, and then you're mine. This asshole, pussy, just everything will belong to me. Come on. Make Master proud."

[SPANK] [SMACK]

// Article 7 - Price and Resale
// - Once this agreement is signed, MASTER has right to sell his slave
// as property without having obligation to consult his slave.
// - slave knows that MASTER has also right to lend her existence and body,
// which gives the lessee the right to use MASTER's slave in return for regular
// rental payments or for free. slave has no right to object or deny MASTER's wishes.

While hammering his dick deep inside her, Javvar grabbed the pen and quickly signed off the empty part with his name. The ink was hardly dry, as it started to glow in red and then turned into smoky black. The sweaty sorceress' expression bleached out when the penny finally dropped and it dawned on her; magic, the contract was magically and irreversibly binding her fate and soul to that of the handsome, yet dominant slave master from Zerrikania. And not only that, she was going to be bound to each obligation and duties mentioned between the articles too.

But was that really possible?

Her fate was already bound to Geralt's, wasn't it? Their famous Last Wish. It was said that only a Djinn was able to break the connection cast by another Djinn, and not anybody else. This contract, kinda, was based on the most powerful magic existing. Only a sorcerer or sorceress who possessed greater power than a djinn would have been able to overwrite such magic. In other words: The inventor of all these magically binding slave contracts must have been more powerful than any sorceress of the Lodge or anybody else.

Impossible...

// I, Javvar Azol and the chief of Clan Azol, do understand the responsibilities
// laid out above, and affirm the intention of this agreement as an attempt
// to forge the understanding of rights and responsibilities in a new relationship.

// I enter into this relationship of my own free will, with
// no coercion expressed or implied, and agree that the aforementioned
// responsibilities are what I choose to be bound to within this relationship.
// By my signature, I affirm my intent to be this worthless slave's MASTER.

"Go ahead and sign off as well. Learn what it really means to be a slave and my haweenay," Yennefer heard him saying, as the anal-penetration beat her petite body almost senseless. She resisted first, closed her eyes and imagined that she was doing all these things for Ciri, as Javvar eventually stopped fucking her, black cock towering fully-erect through her ass cheeks in the air. It was a damn monster.

[SPANK] [SMACK] [SPANK]

Yennefer couldn't do much, as the zapping pain overwhelmed her whole body and forced her hand to grasp at the pen below and to sign off the contract with one go. Like before, her eyes reflected the red glow and then blacked afterward. For a moment, the sorceress' heart stopped pounding as a loud noise of heart-piercing scream mixed with tormented entreaties resounded through the room, indicating unambiguously that the contract's dark spell and sealing were successfully come into force and remained valid from now on. And if Javvar wasn't going to rip it apart like he said even forever...

Right at the moment, Yennefer realized what she had done, the black slave master swung his pelvis back and rammed his huge cock into her leaking cunt. The sorceress' eyes widened. She squealed when its tip clashed against the thin wall of her cervix, over and over again. The warm, fleshy and thoroughly saturated vaginal-walls within squeezed his prick like a heavenly reward for the successful making the sorceress of Vengerberg a slave and property.

"Come on, my pussycat. Read out the last part and accept what you are now. It's already done. Just need to speak it out loud and confess it to yourself. Trust me. You will feel splendidly afterward." Seeing only stars of pleasure gleaming ahead, Yennefer's plush lips moved by their own accord, stating with shaking voice, "I, Yennefer of Vengerberg, do understand the responsibilities laid out above, and affirm the intention of this agreement as an attempt to forge the understanding of rights and responsibilities in a new relationship. I enter into this relationship of my own free will, with no coercion expressed or implied, and agree that the aforementioned responsibilities are what I choose to be bound to within this relationship. By my signature, I affirm my intent to be Master's slave."

"Well done my slave. Now enjoy Master's reward for good behavior."

Multiple mini-orgasms exploded and mixed to an intense stream of boiling hot mega-orgasm. Yennefer' mind went blank, and she stopped sobbing as she was mindlessly taking the black cock. Her body felt nothing but pleasure. Her mind completely blocked out the nightmarish consequences of the slave contract, and Javvar was pounding her pussy with an intensity and strength that would frighten trolls and shame them. Her pussy was practically spoiled as it tightly wrapped around his cock and stretched far past its limits. Nonetheless, the slave master continued to savagely plow and beat the poor, helpless sorceress until he came straight into her womb with a 'pop'-sound of the cork leaving a bottle of champagne.

As her belly inflated, the black Master removed his cock and rammed it into her asshole, firing the rest of his load all into her bruised and aching rectum, admiring his slave's ejection of his horrendously excessive cum amounts spraying it all over the pussy juice-soaked floor below her. Although his balls were already drained, his cock didn't shrink, still sticking in the sorceress' squeezing, warm asshole in full size. Instead of removing his dick though, Javvar only called for the sexy vendor.

"Janine?!"

"Yes, ngh Sir?" A stifled and needy voice appeared.

The General gazed back. "Stop masturbating and get me the acting mayor up here."

"Of course, Sir," Janine replied with shaking voice. She must have to pleasure herself for quite a while, Yennefer thought as she saw how the sexy girl's cheeks blushed when she lay aside her ten-inch dildo cock and got up from her cushioned chair, pulled the hem of her skirt down to her knees and licked off her fingers full of sweet nectar. "I'll be right back in a minute."

To Yennefer's utmost surprise, it didn't take long, as an old man with a magnificent robe arrived and asked bluntly, "General Azol, how can I help you?" His eyes skimmed over the bending, heavily breathing sorceress with lewd expression. As embarrassed as Yennefer felt to expose herself, she was too exhausted and ruined to waste much thought on the way the old, needy man was looking at her.

"Take this contract and certify it as fast as possible," the black slave owner ordered and handed over the document, his stiff cock still pressing against the thin mound of her bowel. He wasn't in hurry to let the petite sorceress go, as he thrust in brutally and hooked the big head of his dick into her tiny folds, thick spatters of cum gushed out through the thin cracks of her sphincter. Gritting her teeth, Yennefer whimpered as the entire length filled her up and made her legs tremble while the tip of her stiletto heels battered at the floor.

"Now? The party starts in an hour," the old and feeble mayor countered, annoyed, stroked his own dick through his pants without ambiguity.

"Two thousand crowns and a slave of my family's harem and one of your choice. No restrictions or rules. You can use her in any way you desire, even breed her to expand your own breeding stock in the future. What do you say?" Javvar proposed like it was the most normal thing to sell a slave to somebody, hands softly running up the Yennefer's spine and neck, making her get goosebumps.

"By the Holy Fire, General. Two thousand crowns and a- Who is this slave here actually?" The major of Oxenfurt uttered with wide eyes, trying to turn the contract so he could read the names of both parties. As he did, he had to look twice to make sure his sight was still okay. "How is this possible? And her magic could be still dangerous, not?"

Yennefer was pushed up as the bald-headed slaver tugged at her curly hair and ordered, "Tell the honorable major what's up with your magic and why you haven't already made use of them?" With her back raised again, Javvar Azol's huge black cock even slid deeper and his dangling balls pressed against her swollen clit. Yennefer sobbed, hands trying to grab at his.

"I'm no sorceress anymore. Drunk a magic-neutralization potion and turned myself back into a normal human being again, Master," she instinctively lied and didn't believe it was going to work actually, as the black slave master's arm swung around her small torso and arms and pressed her entire upper body against his chest, cock still balls-deep in her teeny rectum. Impaled on a big, black cock like a fish on a stick, Yennefer was totally at the General's mercy.

"You heard that, mayor?"

The old man nodded his head, impressed by Yennefer's explanation. "You want to bring her to the event, I presume, Sir? Isn't this a little bit too risky? Even if-"

"I made this excellent broodmare my slave. And if I like to bring her to the party tonight as my trophy bitch, I CAN and I WILL DO THAT. Never forget that an assault on her is an assault on Zerrikania... You don't want to be the reason for a zerrikanian invasion of Redania, don't you?" Javvar Azol grunted imperiously, eyes blazing.

"No, General, of course not. I-I'm sorry. Didn't intend to offend you or your slave at all, Sir."

"Then you better keep your mouth shut and make sure that this contract gets common in all countries AND in force BEFORE the event's beginning. Have I made myself clear enough?"

"Of course, Sir. I'm right on my way and... my congratulations," the old mayor mumbled with shaking voice. The threat of the invasion gave him a scare, as he bowed and moved away.

"That was a good lie, my slave. Really persuasive. The black magic of the contract is working. Are you ready to continue with your domestication?"

Lower lip biting, the raven-haired sorceress replied instantly, "Yes, Sir. Please..."

"Then let's start with the real part of the training." Occasionally, the bald-headed slaver's right feet heaved up to the edge of the desk. His strong hands spread her legs apart and firmly grabbed the unwitting sorceress' hips. "The best Master-slave relationships don't only rest on trust but total submission and obedience. I'll make sure you won't forget this your whole life."

Yennefer squeaked like a pig as the black slave Master's hips jerkily swayed back and caused his huge cock to shoot out from her clammy asshole with a sadistic move. For a split second and very short time, Yennefer felt her inner organs keeping their extremely squashed shape intact, and then relaxing appreciatively before starting to shrink up and tighten again. The whole undertow-like process made her cum and her body spasm in fervent pleasure, and even when the bloodied sphincter closed its heavenly hellish doors, the relentless slaver shoved back into it and tore anything open, starting with her tiny passageway of shithole right through to her glossy lips and lilac eyes.

The sadistic zerrikanian enjoyed every little tremor of her body, adored her wailing and sobbing reactions as he used his entire weight and feet on the edge of the desk to thrust in as hard and savagely as the way the petite and weak Yennefer never was able to handle it, and only the way a Master could bring upon his slave with such pleasant cruelty. He didn't seem to get tired, not a bit, hammering and cramming constantly into her butt with massive force and length.

Yennefer's black, curly hair rocked every time his hard pelvis bounced against her biting bubble butt. The silver opera-length necklace and its five strands ornamented with diamonds and sapphires were jumping up and down before her lilac eyes as one of her perky tits achieved to free itself through its tight cage of the push-up bra and her nipple rubbed against the smoothly polished surface of the table. And if all this wasn't enough to make Yennefer cum, the repetitive rattling of the lock of her collar choker was relentlessly reminding her how real the current situation was, making her believe she was really useless and inferior the way Netek and the black slave master were always trying to persuade her of.

Javvar Azol showed no mercy, repeated his lesson over and over again, as he yelled in an undertone of superiority and dominance, "I can do this all night, slave. All day, all week, as long as I want. And do you know why?"

Yennefer lost track of time and space, only feeling the permanent rush of pleasure and pain flooding her body. She was one the edge of losing her mind, every limp trembled and the remaining bit of her resolve shook, each hard thrust hitting her mind like a battering ram, threatening to break down at her defenses and pierce into something within her, an overwhelming sense of desire, craving to submit and making things easier. On the one hand, she knew the desire was the result of the black magic to some extent, that this wasn't the real her, that she was forced into this state by the contract. On the other hand, the predominant part of her wanted this to happen, longed for rough sex and getting dominated by a man. "Because this inferior butthole belongs to Master now. Because I, as your slave and property, only deserves to be used and fucked by you, Master."

It took a whole hour to drag Yennefer's mind to this very point of her senses. One hour of incessant, patient and relentless slave conditioning, implying a reward and punishment system and repetition of the same word over and over again sufficed before the victim finally gave in and the black magic was able to work properly. Javvar Azol had already done this so many times. He knew that it was always and without exception just a matter of time until every servant's mental defense capabilities were breaking and she was going to defer to his position of superior Master, only to start enjoying her fate to the fullest.

And Yennefer was a special type of person. Before all this, Javvar didn't understand why his friend wanted to look after her, what was so special about her to justify his personal attention and affection. But the raven-haired sorceress wasn't just drop-dead gorgeous, smart and confident, a perfect candidate to become every harem's lady and clan's haweenay. She was also addicted to the need of being subjugated and pleasured and capable of being resilient, submissive and immortal at the same time. On the slave market, Javvar was convinced that Yennefer of Vengerberg would have been tagged as priceless, and it was patently obvious that his friend asserted an absolute claim to her.

Even if he was her rightful Master at the moment, his friend truly owned her...

She just didn't know that yet...

Poor, lucky Yennefer...

Meanwhile and having totally different problems to deal with, Yennefer was still banged like the greatest slut in town. To her surprise though, the black magic of the contract didn't lock her genuine thoughts behind a massive door of her mind. It didn't block or prevent her from saying or feeling what she wanted to and didn't gag and censored her mind by her own body's desires. Therefore, the ultimate push into blank submission still had to come from outside, and not being forced from within.

Javvar Azol had a good laugh, as he spanked her and pushed his other feet up to the table as well, with his cock deeply stuffed in the sorceress' rectum yet. Ass raising in the air, Yennefer was now on her knees and all fours, the face's right cheek pressing against the table. The new-declared Master was towering behind her, squatting the way Netek fucked her silly on her own bed as he immediately continued to bang like a bulldog his lovely called sorceress bitch. Yennefer screamed and whimpered, the legs of the desk almost cracking underweight and brutal impact of the crashes of ass cheeks and hard pelvis.

"Tell me, slave, what do you want from me?"

"To never stop fucking my white teeny pussy, Sir," Yennefer replied the way she wanted to, as her black slave master's heavy balls constantly spanked her gushing pussy lips.

"I can arrange that. And you want more, much more to experience. Can feel it. And I'll make sure you'll get it tonight and won't forget me ever, my slave," the General uttered confidently, tugging at her ponytail and banging her like an animal. "You are my new snow bunny, and there's only one certainty in this dark universe left for you: Once you go black you'll never go back. Never forget that. Never."

"I love black cocks. Fuck me, Sir!" Lilac eyes falling backward, Yennefer was on the verge of going crazy and numb, as Javvar grabbed his cock and pushed it into her leaking cunt. His dick slid in smoothly and was coated with her sweet, delicious pussy juice. Yennefer groaned in pleasure, accepted the reward thankfully as the Master's entire shaft slid out and in again, with the same enthusiasm and dominance like before.

Diving into the water of bliss and guilty pleasure once more, her pussy was getting fucked roughly like never before. She spread her legs wider to feel the knobbly head of Master's cock knock at her cervix. At this very moment, a part of Yennefer wished so badly her Master would soil her white womb and breed her black as his most precious owned broodmare. She came just thinking about it, her infertility in her mind totally gone lost forever.

"Slave, you mentioned the name Ciri. Who is she and why are you looking for her?" The General asked, slamming deeper and faster into her cunt as he felt her natural reluctance to reply first. "Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon is my daughter, Master," Yennefer stated with no ability to think things through anymore. Revealing Ciri's existence and name once more made her pussy go crazy, streams of pussy juice running down her thighs and forming a puddle of sweet nectar on the table below before trickling down to the wooden floor next. "And Emhyr var Emreis sent me to find her and bring her back to Nilfgaard, Sir."

The bald-headed zerrikanian grinned contently. "And what has my little slave fondly hoped to get from this agreement with the Emperor of Nilfgaard?"

"Re-establishment of the Lodge and amnesty for all sorceresses, Master," Yennefer uttered bluntly, fingers dug into the wood surface of the desk, as each bottoming out thrust came with enough force that the massive balls swung forward and smacked against her clit, the sensitive nub lighting up with each brutal impact, pushing her closer and closer to another orgasm even quicker than the first just having ended.

"How naughty slaves you and your girlfriends are. Tell me where are the other sorceresses? Where are Philippa Eilhart, Triss Merigold, and all those other strong, emancipated white women? Where are they hiding?" Javvar asked, and each time his palm smashed hardly against her bubble butt, the cavernous walls of the room made it echo through the room and Yennefer moan a little louder, her flesh stinging a little harder.

"I only know of Triss Merigold. She is hiding somewhere in Novigrad, I swear Master!" Yennefer uttered back and came, screaming and groaning in fervent joy. "Please fuck me, Master. Tame this little slave of yours."

The General kept pounding his cock into her as fast as he could, wanted to push the sorceress over the edge once and for all, as he tugged at her curly hair so hard that her upper body was lifted, hands dangling in the air. Instantly, his arms hooked around hers and the backside of her neck, putting a stranglehold on her. Yennefer was stuck, didn't have control of her entire body anymore as the black Master arched his back and rocked his hips back and forth, moving the piston of his cock in and out of her pussy on each powerful stroke, with tits bouncing up and down in her tiny body of a Goddess.

Five-inch stiletto heels shaking out of control, Yennefer's world had dwindled down to the massive black cock plunging into the innermost reaches of her vagina. She held no thought in her head, only experiencing the powerful sensations that crashed over her. Time seemed to stand still, as she was frozen in a matrix of arousal and never-ending, sexual ecstasy, stuck like a fly in amber.

It was so beautiful...

Therefore, Yennefer almost did not notice when her new-declared owner slowed to a stop. He stood perfectly still for a few seconds, then he thrust into her so roughly that his cock brutally banged her cervix and pushed its way straight into her womb. Then he started to unload his balls into her. To Yennefer, the spray of hot cum deep inside her felt like molten lava searing the depths of her pussy. She came instantly, her climax flashing in her brain like a Roman candle, firing exploding balls of colored fire behind her eyes as Javvar's huge cock pumped stream after stream into her.

Just when it seemed like he would never stop, his cock fired one last bolt and she heard him whispering to her subconscious mind, "You are MY property, MY slave and MY haweenay, Yennefer of Vengerberg. And I also know that somewhere deep in that depraved brain of yours, deep in some dirty corner of your mind, you're still struggling and fighting, putting up resistance, know who you are, what you are... hope... think about a way to protect your dignity..." The raven-haired sorceress' could feel the pinching cold of his words going right through her skin, as he continued to talk slowly in an undertone of finality and absolute superiority, "Hold on to these voices. Don't give up. Then you will be rewarded and find your true joy and self. Your destiny, my slave. Your shadow. Master."

With one mighty move, he backed away from the ravished sorceress, pulling his still-hard cock out of her. The harsh relaxation of her gaped pussy flooded Yennefer's petite body with intense orgasms and made her dash against the table at one blow, arms and head dangling over the edge. After jumping off the desk, Javvar gave the drooling sorceress a rough spank and enjoyed her wailing in that regard. The entire area on and around the table was a soaking mess, covered with gooey dollops of cum and pearls of pussy juice. A wicked scent of cherries mixed with vanilla spread all over the place.

Yennefer was totally boozed up, salivating with half-open mouth while letting her mind float through the sparkling stars of pleasure and joy, as a stern voice seemed to come nearer and nearer from the distance. Her mind was in a haze, eyes dull and swollen with her buttcheeks burning far passed over the limit. She didn't want to wake up, didn't want to struggle and be strong anymore. Her life was complicated and abusive enough. She deserved to rest a bit, have time for herself and her deepest needs. And Geralt wasn't enough anymore, not here to help out, never there when she needed him most.

Whatever...
"Wake up, my slave," Yennefer heard Javvar Azol's soft, masculine voice whispering. "I would like to let you rest in my luxurious presidential suite but we have an event to participate in. Come on." The General's fingers floated over her back and rear, and his lips touched few times her sensitive neck. Feeling like being in her most depraved and intense dream, Yennefer slowly raised and looked around, regaining consciousness while being still on all fours with her legs widely parted and flexed like a frog.

"And by the way, you passed the test with flying colors, my slave. Now you know a little bit what it means to be a haweenay and a zerrikanian slave. You deserve to accompany me," he winked and handed and handed over a black garter of the same type and size like the one Netek gave her, with the subtle difference that its meaning for the society was totally different this time.

The red garter was a common symbol of the prostitutes, indicating she was willing and on duty, looking for customers and tricks to go fucking with them for a couple of crowns. Only yesterday, Yennefer would have said that it was the most degrading thing she could think of, being a prostitute and selling her lascivious body to the highest bidder at the next street corner. But after her little story on the ship and in Oxenfurt, it became honestly more and more apparent that she had to give up a little bit of her dignity in the first place, only to get a chance to find sexual liberty and pleasure in the next.

An irony of fate, kinda.

Ever since Yennefer could remember, people treated her because of her status as a mighty sorceress different. The red garter changed this in an unconventional, painful way and allowed her to figure out herself, the society's perspective and deepest desires. Of course, she hated it. Of course, if she had access to her magic abilities, she would have never allowed this to happen. Nevertheless, the red garter turned out to be not only a burden or disgrace but also the key to true pleasure and mirror to her most depraved cravings.

An irony of fate as well, kinda.

However, the black garter was a symbol of women who were game for anything and easy to lay. Men didn't have to ask, bargain and pay anything. If they wanted to fuck her, no problem. If they wanted to screw her publicly and breed her afterward, go ahead. Every self-appointed slut was fair game, always ready and accessible in every situation and position possible. She was not a whore. Prostitutes would feel grievously offended. No, she was only a cock-craving, worthless slut barely good enough to get banged and used as sex objects and toys to please men's and mistresses' natural, carnal desires.

Period.

In privy and upper-class circles, however, the meaning of the black garter went further and consequences were more far-reaching. It was a clear symbol of slavery, submission, and blind deference, indicating women who forfeited their lives and rights forever, only to serve their Masters and Mistresses as their personal property. After the Massacre of Cintra for instance, most women were captured and enslaved by the nilfgaardian soldiers, raped and bred so they have to bear their children as punishment.

During those days, Yennefer had witnessed with her own eyes how girls were even tattooed with a drawing of a black garter on their right, upper thighs, instead of being simply forced to put them on. The nilfgaardian slave masters used pitch-black color and dark magic to imprint the ink into their slaves' skin. It was extremely painful, and most of the women blacked out instantly. And the lucky and tough ones started crying at the latest when the Masters' unique initials and marks of ownership were stuck beneath their black garter motif. There was no way to escape from this.

Never.

Nilfgaard's sheer brutality didn't end there. sorceresses, herbalists, and enchantresses, who also had the luck of the devil to get raped and enslaved after the war, were forced to tattoo the upper side of their breast with the letters SB for 'sorceress Bitch', in addition to the garter and master's initials on their upper thigh. The most degrading and humiliating feature of this procedure was, in contrast to the first and second tattoo of course, that the fluid used as a pigment wasn't ink or magic but cruelly hot liquid dimeritium. It robbed sorceresses of their magic abilities and made them to willing and mind-broken sluts they always pretended proudly not to be.

A 'sweet kiss of death' was called this procedure on the quiet.

Yennefer's little train of thoughts ended as she grabbed at the new black garter and put it on, completing the look of her lingerie once and for all. She felt as depraved and slutty as never before.

"Do I get a tattoo with your clan's marks too, Sir?" Yennefer asked sexily, bracing herself with her butt while pushing her tits out and resting her hands on the edge of the table, giving the bombshell pose.

"Only if you decide to stay with me after the party, slave. Only then," the General stated with a superior smirk. "Otherwise I will get problems with my friend. Severe consequences."

Yennefer saw her chance coming. "This friend of yours. Who is he actually? What's his name?"

"Alright. As my haweenay on trial, I think you deserve some answers. Well... first of all, you have to know that most people call him 'friend' because that's what he is for them. Others call him 'Father', and yet others like me 'brother'. But there are different reasons for that." Javvar took off his tunic and presented Yennefer his entire trained torso. "You see these hideous scars on my arms and my back? These injuries occurred during my rite of passage thirty years ago. Every zerrikanian teenager has to prove his strength, intelligence and will to survive to the Zerrikanian Society. The only problem for me was that I didn't find a partner, someone from another clan in the same situation as me, to accompany me as a fellow combatant. But nobody wanted to fight beside a 'nokshat'. A petty whelp."

Yennefer readjusted her stockings and her push-up bra. "Your clan wasn't as strong in the past as it is today, right? I see. This ritual isn't just important for the participant but for clan itself. A political instrument to force alliances between clans and to represent mutual interests and power."

"Did I mention how much I get turned on by smart women?" Javvar uttered with a smile, his finger brushing some curly hair of hers behind the ear, his eyes starring down at hers. Yennefer had to bite her lower lips in return. "You are absolutely right, my little pussycat. My family, my clan was weak and my father didn't achieve to persuade another, stronger clan about our potential and strength. And this way I came into play..."

"You passed the ritual by yourself and impressed the other clans."

"Yes and no. As the eldest son in the family, the entire clan's honor and hopes rested on my shoulders. I knew if I retreated or gave up, my family was going to sink into insignificance and shame. So.. well... you have to know, my slave, that even if you participate in groups of two, the ritual pushes everyone to the limit and most combatants don't even survive it at the end. And I, an overconfident and naive teenage boy, I decided to save my tribe's honor by take up the most difficult and deadliest challenge of all. I thought If had to die anyway and without having a chance to save my dignity but the one of my family, I could compete with Kalros, the legendary basilisk known as 'the mother from which all other basilisks spawn' and the largest basilisk yet seen. This way I would die, but the other clans would pay respect for my attempt and my clan."

Yennefer let her fingers skim over the General's deep scars.

"After I made my fare-wells and wiped away my mother's tears, I started my rite of passage at the entrance of the canyon. Equipped with food and water for only seven days, five bombs and a spear, I set forth on my journey to die. And at the beginning, it looked even very good for me. I survived the first days in the desert and achieved to move forward. Then after five days, the monsters and especially the lesser basilisks became stronger and stronger, and I become lost in the canyon. And after eight days and no water and food, I also got lethally wounded and crumpled. My spear still in my right hand, I kept fighting and defending myself, but I knew this was the end. That I was going to die..."

Absorbed in thought, Javvar suddenly stopped speaking and gave Yennefer's forehead a kiss.

"What happened then?"

"I was lying in the sand, bleeding to death while monsters closed a ring round me. I was sure that they were going to eat me alive. Then, when I was making my peace, I saw something in the sky levitating down to my place..." Javvar's expression and eyes bleached, jaw slightly trembling. "I-I saw a dark shape surrounded by darkness and dressed in a dark shroud and cloak, clutching two one-handed scythes. I-I saw, I saw death, death and the Grim Reaper... He reached out to me with his dead, raw boned hand. His cold, dead eyes shot bolts through my mind. The bright sky turned into the darkest night, the heat of forty degrees changed into a chill of death. I saw how my breath began to evaporate before my eyes. When the painful screams of the monsters surrounded me and began to echo through the canyon and my senses, I passed away."

The General's body was shaking, and it took a moment to recollect himself.

"Bleeding, exhaustion, and pain must have caused this traumatic hallucination. A delusion of your expectations and stories you have maybe heard about the death," Yennefer tried to explain.

"Most probably," Javvar smiled warmly. "But I know what I saw, what I felt and smell... Anyway, after two days in a dying condition, I woke up in a cave and saw him. He didn't just save my life but also treated my wounds, fed me and protected me against hungry monsters outside. You should have seen my shocked face, my slave."

"Shocked?" Yennefer chuckled back.

"Yes. Imagine you get saved by a white buff man in your country's most holy and lethal places. I thought I was hallucinating again. I thought meeting death was more likely than a foreigner and white guy in these lands... But it got even better as we teamed up, fought and push our way through the countless hordes of monsters and finally encountered Kalros. Together. A white hell of a guy and a zerrikanian teenager."

"You didn't ask him who he was, his name?"

"That was actually my first question when I woke up, but he only said that he would disclose it when we made it back together and with Kalros' head in our pockets... It took us three days to finally reach Kalros in her brood nest and another whole day to kill her. And my little pussycat, I've always considered myself as a good and capable warrior but... I've never doubted that I would have had the slightest chance against mother of basilisk without him." A sigh escaped Javvar's lips. "Afterwards, before we had reached the capital of Zerrikania, he stopped me and said I had to go the rest of the way alone. I disapproved, wanted all people to know that we both had killed Kalros, that I only had survived because of him."

Javvar sighed again.

"He just smiled at me like a big brother I never had and said his path would be totally different than mine."

"Must have been hard for you."

"Hard. Understatement of the century. I cried like a little boy," Javvar laughed and cast a smile on the raven-haired sorceress' face. "You must understand, my little pussycat. If you fight with someone for your entire existence one day after another and this person saves your life not only once but thousand times in a row, you're gonna stand in awe of this man and don't wanna leave him again. A person like this radiates such immense power and loyalty, you can hardly resist... Before he went off, however, I asked him why he had helped me and what his name was. And you know what he said, my slave?"

Yennefer shook her head, pricking up her ears.

"He said... said he had helped me because he wanted to see how Zerrikania's bravest and strongest warrior of the last three hundred years would be like, and instead he would have found even more, a true friend... me. And as a friend, I would deserve to know his name: Trakan."

"Trakan, Trakan..." Yennefer mumbled, rapt in thought. She never heard the name nor knew where it came from. It was clearly not a nilfgaardian or redanian name nor skellige or ofiri.

"The name doesn't say something to you?"

"No, nothing. I hoped I would recognize him but..."

"Don't sweat it, my slave. Trakan is actually a very old zerrikanian name. And with 'very old' I mean a thousand years old, at least. And by the way, he has many names, each one differs from one region and country to another. In Zerrikania, he calls himself Trakan. In Redania for instance, Adam. In Nilfgaard, Andrej. In Toussaint, Pierre. In Temeria, John. In Kaedwin, Richard. In Ofir, Omar. And in Exeter, Lucas... and so forth. I don't know what they're calling him here in the war zones now."

"He must have a chronic personality disorder," Yennefer joked in annoyance.

Javvar chuckled. "Possible. On the other side, it's actually the only reason why people who are speaking of him always use terms friend, father and - like in my case - brother. Makes the whole multiple names thing much easier to handle. Don't you think?"

Seeing Yennefer pouting like a little girl spurred the General into action. "You think he has something to do with your current situation? With Ciri's perhaps."

"You do not?"

"Hmm. It looks that way but... I know Trakan for thirty years now, my little pussycat. And I can tell you that he's not the type who likes to waste a lot of effort and time to get what he wants. In other words, if Trakan likes to possess something or someone, he just goes and takes it. Period. And if you were a part of his plan, he would have already revealed himself to you. The last character trait I would link to him would be that one of a shifty man, believe me."

"Sorry to interrupt Sir, but you should know that the event is going to start in twenty minutes," Janine suddenly passed by and bowed.

"Thank you, Janine. We will meet at the store again. Please give us a little bit more time, alright?"

"Of course, Sir. You slave's dress is hanging here. If there is something else to do, you know where you can find me."

Lost in reflexions about the General's story of his life and Trakan, Yennefer headed for her black dress on the couch nearby as she heard him ordering, "Not so fast. There is one thing left before you can finish your dressing, my slave. Now bend over the desk, spread your legs and pull your thong aside. Tell me what you know about this thing in my hand," Javvar ordered with a possessive voice.

Yennefer obeyed immediately, bent over and pulled the small sting of her thong aside with the tip of her finger while twitching slightly at the least touch of his palms on her still bloody-red buttocks. "This tool is called love egg, Sir. A type of sensual and magic vibrator that allows Master- Aahh," she explained but got interrupted as the General pushed the small and discreet, egg-like sex toy that measured three inches in length and one inch in width deep into her cum-leaking pussy.

Yennefer bit her lower lip in pleasure as the egg immediately started to throb in heat, forcing her to continue talking, "...that allows Master to tame, condition and domesticate his slave remotely, step by step. The magic crystal serves as Master's indomitable will and symbol of his unquestionable black superiority, and makes sure that his inferior pussycat is going to be kept on a short leash, and actions of hers in line with Master's rightful claims by nature."

Her darkened mood lightening again, the raven-haired sorceress couldn't stop herself from speaking out such vulgar and degrading words. The sex toy pulsated thoroughly, so relentlessly that she had found herself compelled to say these things. She could have sworn the size of the egg got even bigger as she had tried to resist it in the first place, resist to answer and prevent her tongue and lips from moving. It punished her even harder because of that, with incredibly intense pleasure.

"Perfect explanation, my slave," Javvar grinned and gave the sorceress' bubble butt a sweet kiss, which caused the domestication tool to quiver like an active volcano. The heat inflated quickly to a huge balloon of torrid and unstoppable pleasure, and then popped and made her cum, spasm and moan in sequence. Streams of pussy juice were running down her black straps and stockings. Her hand dug into the wooden table as Yennefer came twice before the egg stopped seething again.

Javvar tilted his head and whispered into her ear, "As you already found out, my slave, this love egg is magically connected to the contract you and I have signed off recently. It will make sure you're gonna stick to the rules, learn your new place in this world and truthfully submit yourself to me. You know what the best feature of it is, right?"

"No, Master," Yennefer replied honestly, as the vibrator throbbed more energetically this time, being squeezed harder by her tiny insides in return.

"The Witch Breaker has the ability to divine what you're thinking and whether your thoughts and words are consistent with the rules in the contract. If they are, he conditions you with low pulses and intensity. In other words, as long as you keep up your resistance and futile attitude, the stimuli will remain quite bearable. Indeed, you will cum countless times, get the pleasure you crave for, but the short throbs won't satisfy you properly in the long run," he stated with a chill smile.

"But here comes the funny part of it, my slave. If you start to speak truthfully and the way your words and answers conform to the rules and chief contents of the contract, you will get rewarded by more powerful and intense pulses each time in succession. The egg will even grow and get bigger, and with its size also its capabilities. Long story short; the more sincere your own thoughts and words get, the more often and harder you will cum. And I am sure you know the common term of this method, right?"

"Reverse Indoctrination Training, yes Master," Yennefer replied and screamed with pleasure as the egg vibrated with incredible power, this time even longer than the previous one and with much more intensity. It was clearly rewarding her for good behavior and fidelity.

The 'RIT' itself had a funny background story the slaver didn't know for sure. Tissaia de Vries herself, the headmistress of Aretuza and Yennefer's mentor, was the inventor and referred to it as 'DMC8' for Disciplinary Measure Class Eight. In the early days, the DMC8 was designed to be a disciplinary measure for students of the eighth grade who had motivation problems, bad grades, and difficulty to accept mistresses' authority. In Aretuza, they didn't use a sex toy like a love egg, of course.

.... at the beginning.

Originally, the tool was just an ordinary necklace with a magic crystal. It was used as a motivational push which offered the concerned students an incentive to practice more often and intensely. Each time a lazy girl wearing this necklace cast a spell more successfully than the previous time, the crystal gave off a pleasant feeling of confidence and victory. This way, the mistresses could refrain from spanking or whipping the girls' butts. The only thing they had to keep in mind was its addictive side effects if used too much and often at a time.

So, how changed the DMC8 from a simple necklace into the RIT and a love egg?

Philippa Eilhart 'improved' and altered the function of the device the way she thought it would be more useful. She stated that the female students had to have stronger and more effective incentives to obey and submit themselves to their mistresses' authority. She pointed out that Aretuza wasn't a preschool for ordinary stupid girls, and that the job of the mistresses shouldn't be motivating but teaching the girls the serious side of life, and that only the best and most talented student should get a chance to call herself a sorceress.

Tissaia de Vries denied immediately, of course. As headmistress of the school, she easily outranked Philippa who was only mistress and class teacher of polymorphy at this time. The RIT didn't become the thing right for the first time, but Philippa had a big say in the school's policy. She managed to change the rules the way they allowed her to apply the RIT to mature girls of her own class. It didn't take long until all girls of the school were 'fitted' with the love egg, even those who weren't students in Mistress Eilhart's class as well.

This happened all way before Yennefer's official enrollment. The RIT had already become an integral part of the school's authoritarian upbringing. As Yennefer acquired adulthood, she caught Philippa's eye and they had an intense lesbian affair. It lasted several years until Yennefer became officially a sorceress and left Aretuza. From time to time, both sorceresses get together again and Yennefer had the opportunity to let the arrogant dyke lick her pussy dry several times in return.

And there were her secret affairs with Sabrina Glevissig and Fringilla Vigo too.

The General's lips touched the raven-haired sorceress' shoulder while his fingers were running softly through her hair, hooking few locks behind her ear. "Whatever is going to happen tomorrow, I will just make sure that you will never forget this event tonight. Give you a chance to live out your most depraved and naughtiest dreams. Are you okay with that, my slave?"

"Yes, Sir," Yennefer instantly replied as the fuck toy vibrated.

[SPANK]

"Then let me see you in your dress now. Come on."

Yennefer had always been big on fashion, and she tended to dress up even more than usual when going shopping at the exclusive shops in the cities. And with a body like hers, she didn't have to dress up much to look great, of course. Sticking with the newest fashion trend of Lan Exeter, Yennefer took off the outfit and finally wore a thin, backless and sleeveless one-piece dress that came down to the floor. The top showed an incredible cleavage called a spaghetti neckline and the thin fabric left little to the imagination for her breasts - it was easy to make out the round shape and b-cup size under the tight, thin push-up bra and shallow fabric. To complete her sexiness, the floor-length train had side slid which started at her mid-thighs, giving its horny spectators a wet glimpse of her lace stockings and black garter.

Everything and any little detail of Yennefer's outfit including her lingerie, jewelry, and stilettos were fitting her perfectly and proving once more how a Goddess looked like. Yennefer couldn't wait to show off herself to the wannabe high society of the continent.

"Let's go and make those idiots of peers jealous the way they have never been before, Sir," Yennefer smirked derisively. "Let us put them in their place, right under my Louboutin five-inch stilettos."
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