Elf Maidens of Thurn
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 78: The Seneschal
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 78: The Seneschal - For fifty years since the capture and transportation of their forebears to Thurn, the women of a race the Thurnians call Elves have been at the mercy of the citizens of Thurn. Although talented in metal and leather work, it is the Elves beauty and sexual allure to Thurnian men which is in most demand. Wealthy men are now creating private harems of Elf Maidens while government officials wrestle with the problem of the ever-increasing population of Elves in Thurn.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Post Apocalypse Sharing Light Bond Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting
There’s a brief impasse while the sergeant speaks into a device that he is carrying on his belt. The device must be a portable version of the technology we use to speak with the Potiora intelligences. I can only hear one side of the conversation, but it’s obvious that the sergeant is annoyed at the response to his report. He reattaches the device to his belt when he’s finished.
“Very well, Deputy Assistant, Third Tier,” growls the sergeant, emphasizing the word ‘third’. “You many proceed with the specimen once she is properly shackled.”
Ester briefly protests at sergeant’s demand that I be shackled, but she soon realises her efforts are futile. One of the sentries fetches a set of wrist and leg irons and proceeds to fasten them on me. I resign myself to being restrained since I promised to cooperate. Besides, any resistance from me would only make matters worse for Tayn and me. The cuffs and anklets are linked together by two chains that are joined in the middle to form an Xshaped restraint.
Once the soldiers are satisfied that I’m suitably restrained, they allow Ester and me to pass through the door into the vaulted chamber beyond. I do my best to walk normally, but I can only shuffle under the weight of the chains that bind me.
“Don’t worry,” says Ester to me as we proceed across the huge chamber towards some doors at the far end. “I’m confident that the Seneschal will have the shackles removed.”
Ester’s words would be more convincing if she wasn’t looking around her as though something was about to attack us out of thin air. She holds onto my arm the whole time. I’m not sure who is comforting whom. Finally we reach another of the ornately engraved steel doors at the far end of the chamber. More blue light illuminates us before the door slides open. Ester guides me into what appears to be a reception area. I’m not sure which of us is the more nervous. A desk is located in the centre of the room with a man, clearly another of Ester’s older relations, sat working on a device.
“You’re late,” says the man.
“I’m sorry, Assistant, Second Tier,” stammers Ester. “We were delayed by the sentries at the main door to the Grand Hall. They insisted on placing shackles on the specimen.”
“As they are required to do,” says the man. “You should know the High Marshal’s standing instructions regarding security inside the Grand Hall.”
“Again, I’m sorry,” replies Ester. “I was surprised by the Deputy Assistant, First Tier selecting me to bring the specimen to the Seneschal.”
“Everything has a purpose. Remei was instructed to select you for the task. You are fortunate that the Seneschal has not yet finished her prior meeting. Wait over there until you are called.”
Ester guides me to one side of the room where we stand with our backs to the wall. The wait allows me time to study my surroundings and the man sat at the desk. The man is dressed in a similar uniform to Ester and must be in his mid to late twenties. The only difference in clothing is the presence of a plain yellow tie on his uniform rather than a lace choker that both Remei and Ester wear.
A door on the opposite side of the reception room opens and several men and women amble out talking loudly to each other. Unlike Ester and the others I’ve so far seen in the administration building, these are all fullblooded humans, or at least, with negligible elven blood. The group leave by the door we entered and peace and quiet descends again. In response to a signal from the man at the desk, Ester leads me through the door into the Seneschal’s office.
For a person of high importance, the office is modestly furnished. There’s an annex to one side, which I presume is for meetings such as the one the Seneschal has just finished. The Seneschal is sat at her desk and she studies both Ester and me with piercing eyes as we approach. Although the Seneschal shows no signs of elven ancestry, I recognise a family resemblance to Ester. From what Xara told me on the Falcó, I believe she could be Ester’s mother. The Seneschal places one of the translating devices on her head.
“Do you have a name?” asks the Seneschal of me.
“Katarine,” I reply.
“Do you know why you are here, Katarine?” asks the Seneschal.
“No. My mate, Tayn, and I were kidnapped from Madiana and...” I begin.
“Your mate was acquired as well?” interrupts the Seneschal. “Where is he?”
Ester cringes at this revelation, which she clearly had no prior knowledge.
“When I last saw Tayn, he was being marched away to the slave market shortly after the Falcó docked. The captain offered to recall Tayn to the ship until my situation here was clarified, but I don’t know whether that happened.”
The Seneschal summons her Assistant from the reception desk and orders that he ensure Tayn is brought here to join me. I’m not certain whether I should be relieved or worried.
“Madiana has been uninhabited for over a century,” says the Seneschal, returning her attention to me. “How did you come to be on the island?”
“I’m a research student from Thurn,” I reply, unsure how much to reveal. “I learned that those of my race once came from Madiana. I travelled across the ocean to find out more.”
“So, you are descended from the females the Thurnians kidnapped over a century ago,” muses the Seneschal, revealing that she has some knowledge of our history. “I suppose it was inevitable that the Wisdom Machines would once again reveal the location of your race’s origins. How many of your race ventured to Madiana with you?”
“Seven of my race, including myself, travelled from Thurn. But I’ve never heard of Wisdom Machines,” I reply, taking care not to reveal too much.
“You incorrectly call them Potiora after the hibernation chambers that a Wisdom Machine controls. However the intelligent machines that control the hibernation chambers aren’t the only Wisdom Machines in existence, although they are getting fewer in number. Wars and tempests have taken their toll. We shall all be in trouble should many more cease to function.”
“Why have I been brought here?” I ask.
“The Wisdom Machines only respond to those they deem to be purebloods of one of the genetically modified races that our ancient ancestors created. Remei’s analysis has determined that you are the closest pureblood of any modified race that we have found in decades. The High Marshal is currently the only person able to communicate with Floren’s Wisdom Machine. Unfortunately he is getting old and his mind wanders. If we lose access to the knowledge the Wisdom Machine provides, then Floren will be easy prey for our neighbours.”
“What will happen to Tayn?” I ask.
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