Thrall of the Warrior Witch

Chapter Three-4

Gleaming Nala gripped the whip that habitually hung coiled at her hip. An expert flick of her wrist shook out the eight-foot lash. Her sadistic enthusiasm reflected back all the times Drake had begged her to use this on him and she’d had to refuse.

He’d felt like a fiancé forced to wait for his wedding night. After all, Shanelle as well had still been working her way up to such a deadly weapon. They’d only progressed from his belt collection to her riding crop, perforated paddles, flogging straps, limber thin switches and rigid canes before their relationship had been suspended – or maybe superseded. Finally he was going to learn what a true whipping felt like!

Inked-up muscles bulged all over arms, shoulders and a back well built up by such repetitive exercise. Then they flung themselves into function.

Nala’s whip sang its seductive sibilance, swirling all that evocative incense. Incisively slender leather licked along Drake as ordered, a tongue of agony like a fiery knife slicing across his vulnerable torso. As welcome as Nala’s real tongue along his prick would have been, that explosion of sensation truly was orgasmic in its intensity. Yet that was but the initial detonation. Nala’s loving lash licked him relentlessly, again and again, while Drake jerked and screamed uncontrollably, his clamped prick flopping, his ball-weights swinging wildly and his devourer beginning to gasp as well only a meter or so away.

Close enough to be hit by drips of his sweat and even the thin blood being flung from him, Empress Jia was obviously in her element. Inspired by her euphoric beaming, her irrepressible squirms of physical fulfillment, both Afflicter and thrall gladly gave her their all.

Nala supplied the effort of course. An adept of the Cadre as in love with her calling as she was the others, she was in her element already too. This however was burgeoning masochist Drake’s moment to truly come into his own. As trying and electrifying as some of his times in Shanelle’s basement may have been, they were quickly relegated forever to foreplay by this kind of apocalyptic endorphin orgy.

Drake felt like a casual jogger forced into the New York Marathon or a semipro footballer called up for the World Cup – and excelling beyond any believable expectations. All through punishment far worse than the worst he’d ever dared to brave, Drake wallowed unabashedly.

Pealing out ceaseless paeans to his goddess despite the noose beginning to slowly choke him, he thrashed, jerked, grunted, wept and feasted his gaze on the iconic female epitome reclined before him. Finally giving his perverse inclinations full rein, he never even considered begging for the least surcease.

If Nala paused a moment to turn the crank and stretch him further, or to add more weight to his squashed-oblate gonads, he whimpered not so much with pain as with impatience for the flagellation to continue. And all the while his magnificent new deity smiled beatifically upon him. Huge chest swelling ever more expansively, slowly stroking inside her robe, she fed on his emanations and clearly found them as enjoyable as Drake did his interminable whipping. Of course the ordeal had barely begun. Whipping was not his only initiation tonight no matter how wonderfully long it dragged out.

Where Shanelle had enjoyed drizzling molten wax, Nala eventually pressed home glowing iron. The third time she did this Drake’s hips bucked so hard he nearly dislocated one; without the clamp he surely would have spewed. And it wasn’t just his addiction to neurotransmitter surges, his recently unearthed s****l obsessions, his complementary cozening or even the potency enhancers in his food, drink, and now air. Something in the two-inch circular symbol itself that Nala had just branded into his side seemed to add to the madness of pain-lust-fealty increasingly deranging him. So crazed was Drake with masochistic enjoyment that he didn’t realize Jia was getting more than just energy from him until she spoke up. Her voice almost reverberated from both inside and out.

“Gently now, sister. He almost dislodged a hip.

“The fault is not yours. We have never dreamed of such unbridled passions. He is like a crack in the fabric of heaven, with ever better wonders pouring forth. He once worshiped even without love or attraction. Now he is driven beyond reason. He is open to claiming utterly. I must take him before his uncontainable passions damage him.”

“No afflicting of the p***s, mistress?”

“Tempt me not, vixen! I can hardly keep from sucking him empty in one prodigious gush of life potent enough to burst my brains.”

Even as she protested thus, Jia was squirming around to confront his purpling genitals for herself. Robe falling open, she reached to squeeze each roped-off ovoid bloat in awed assessment before feeling of his rigid shaft and quivering tip. She glanced up his writhing distress to meet his impertinent eyes and slowly a wicked grin spread.

“We will save further affliction for later. I have fed amazingly on eros and anima already with no appreciable depletion. This vessel is obviously a reservoir of unmatched capacity. With judicious use, restorative potions and even rejuvenating infusions if needed he may actually last a week or more. That will be plenty long enough to explore this anomaly’s bottomless thirst for torture, and to indulge in all sorts of intimate pain-and-pleasure play. I know what will feed me most deeply right now. I know how to most effectively rouse this wonderfully contrary little male maid. I needn’t even read it in his defenseless mind.”

“I smell it on him too, mistress. For days and days like this.”

“Yes, Nala love. Now he sees me and his craving turns to raving. A part of him dreams of how it might feel even while wide awake under expert affliction. And shall I not admit that I envied my friend Nala as I watched her at her ravishing?

“Let us all indulge one another before the unfortunately debilitating draining. Take the vessel down, but leave the genitals clamped and bound. Bind the hands properly behind. Keep him safely noosed and leashed. Swiftly treat any injuries. Then both of you are invited, nay, commanded into the imperial bed!”

His head swimming with agonies, endorphins, incense, subtle occult influences and undetected eavesdroppers, his body wound to a similarly unimaginable pitch and his devoted spirit suddenly soaring, slave Drake couldn’t wait!