Chapter 10: Sorcerer 2

Savren sat upon the cold stone bench outside one of the many empty chambers of the Tower. Beside him sat his Master, dressed in her finery with a small box resting in her lap. His robes were immaculate in their finery, suitable for this most auspicious day. In the chamber, she waited. He knew that the room was near the apex of the tower, and that in the ceiling above the room had several windows that would allow for the marking of the stars above. The day he chose for his Offering was special to both him and his Goddess. It was the day of his Mother's birth and also the Celebration of the Stars, a festival of renewal that celebrated the sacred covenant between those who worked Magick and the Goddess of Magick, Aria. His Master stood nearby the heavy door to the chamber he had selected for his Offering. She was dressed in her formal robes, for she was only here to speak with Lady Trelyana before the ritual commenced. No, Lady Danae had other duties this night to oversee the Celebration.

"You are disappointed in me Master." Savren spoke in low tones.

"No, merely surprised at your choice of Offering. It is... very... dangerous." She replied. "You are not the first to think of such an Offering." She stood, her eyes distant. "It is nearly time. Reflect upon your life until you are summoned. You will know when."

Lady Danae entered the chamber, leaving the young man alone. Savren remained still as she left, his own thoughts in turmoil. Was this the right choice? He asked himself. He has tried to lead an obedient life, but it seemed to him to be too loose, too unstructured. In his heart he wanted the tightly ordered life. Growing up in a fortress that was nearly always on a war footing wasn't an easy thing always, but he had more freedom than most, and it wasn't due to his birth. He loved and honored his mother very much, and did not want to make her think him ungrateful. His studies revealed to him how many of the other races and cultures within the Empire handled their males, and to him, the Moon Elf tribe was the most rigid in their attitudes and mores. Moon elf males wore long flowing robes that covered them from head to toe, and only revealed their features to their mates. A bit too much confining he thought. On the other hand, what appeared to be the least ordered relationships were with the Dwarven clans in the Western Prefecture. The Dwarves of the West were very different from their Protectorate kin, and followed more of a liberal lifestyle. He shook his head. It was no time for second thoughts. His Master received his report on time, and along with it, his request for his Offering. What he wanted had a chance of increasing his innate sorcerous abilities, but also had a good chance of seriously damaging him physically and emotionally.

He felt a change in the air, the scent of incense filling his nostrils. It was time. He cleared his thoughts of any distractions and stood. He faced the door, head bowed as it opened slowly to reveal a room with a vaulted ceiling. At the opposite end of the room was a small alter dedicated to the Lady of Magick. Candles filled the room with a low, dancing lights, and in the very center, the tools and items of his Offering, and the one to administer them. Lady Trelyana stood at the center of the room, dressed in her finest robes, the hood concealing most of her features. His Master was nowhere to be seen. Savren entered the room slowly until he was within arms reach of the Mistress. The doors behind him closed with a loud boom. Trelyana ran her hands through his hair, then cupped his face in her hand and brought him up to look at her.

"This is your Offering." She intoned. "Are you prepared?"

"I am Mistress."

She released his face and slowly drew back her hood. Her hair was long, black, and seemed to absorb the light. She had added the barest of color to her face, only to enhance the paleness of her skin. Her lips were a deep crimson that seemed to bleed. She turned to the tables and uncovered them, revealing the instruments that she would use upon him, and then turned back to face him.

"Strip, and prepare yourself."

Savren slowly undid the ties that held his robes together, his eyes fixed on the statue of his Goddess. Fully nude, he walked slowly to the small alter and knelt before it. He silently prayed for the Goddess to accept this Offering. He heard a rustle of robes behind him and felt a pair of hands touch the side of his head, waiting. Savren finished his prayers and gracefully rose to his feet. Slowly he turned to face his Mistress, eyes respectfully down.

"You have chosen a dangerous path childe. I am honored that you have chosen to me to help in your Offering." She gently locked the leather padded steel manacles around each wrist, then each ankle. Trelyana hooked one of her fingers under his chain and gently pulled him to the center of the room. She spun him to face the altar and stepped back, working subtle magicks until chains stretched him taut. She walked around to face her young toy.

"Look at me pet," She whispered.

Savren looked up to see his Mistress transformed. She shed her normal robes in favor of a black leather corset that exposed her breasts, a skirt made up of many thin straps that allowed him glimpses of alabaster flesh as she moved. Her legs were encased in thigh high leather boots with long steel heels. He saw that her nipples were the same color as her lips. Around her neck she wore an amulet indicating her status in this as Priestess of the Goddess.

"I must admit that in this I decided to wear something special for you." Her hand stroked his cheek. "I have dreamed of you childe. Dreamed of you ever since I had you over my lap. I have masturbated myself to sleep dreaming of things to do to you, things to make you scream." Her nails dug into the soft flesh under his chin. "When the Lady Danae approached me with your proposal, I made an offering to the Goddess that night in thanks for granting me my wish." Her fingers drifted down to his chest. "You will scream tonight. You will beg for mercy." Her fingers pinched and twisted his nipples sharply, the nails digging into the areolas. Savren gasped sharply as she applied more pressure. Her body molded to his as he tried to pull back to relieve the pain. Her eyes glowed with pleasure.

"You're not pulling away are you?" She laughed.

"I'm sorry Mistress."

"No, not yet you aren't," and she slapped him. Savren felt the sting, and then the warm rush of blood as it rose to the skin of his cheek. Her hand entwined in his hair, pulling his face close to hers. He could smell the scent of smoke on her breath mixed with mint. Her teeth bit his bottom lip and pulled it out slightly. She applied steady pressure until his eyes squeezed shut. He opened his eyes moments later to see her gone from his sight. The whisper of leather preceded the loud thundercrack of a whip as it laid a line of fire across his back. His body arched in the restraints, but he could not avoid the pain. He screamed. He mentally counted twenty strokes, the last he felt a warm wetness follow a line down his back. Her fingernails dug into his side as he felt something wet follow the line back up. She walked back into his view, her tongue licking her lips as she stroked and fondled his nipples.

"I do so enjoy nipples." She said. "I like them nice and hard and long so that I can torture them." She looked up at him. "Yours are hard, but a bit small. What say we make them more to my liking, hmmm?" Her eyes were afire with lust. She picked up two wire circular pyramids that spiraled to small peaks along with two steel pins. The pins were both quite pointed at one end. Trelyana pinched his left nipple first, pulling and twisting it before letting her tongue bathe it. She sucked for a moment, her eyes staring into his before she grasped the end in her teeth and pulled hard. Savren gave a strangled cry as she thrust the steel pin into his nipple and through it.

"Breathe." She ordered.

Savren took huge gulps of air as she prepared his other nipple. This time, she took her time pushing the needle through. His whole body tensed, fighting the metallic intruder and the woman who was forcing it into him. She tapped the two pins in his nipples several times. His chest heaved as the pain coursed through him. She leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

"Take a slow, deep breath." She whispered. He obeyed. "That's it. It hurts, but it is a good hurt. This is for HER." Her lips played across his ear. "Open yourself to HER, your Goddess. Let her take pleasure in your Offering." She withdrew to pick up the two spirals. She slowly set the pins on the track and slowly screwed them on, the pins shrinking as they rose. He bit his lip as his nipples were stretched out an inch. Her hand strayed down to his penis and stroked him. He was semi erect, but her hand teased him to a full erection in moments. She slipped a leather band around the base of his erection and secured it tightly. Savren felt something sharp dig into the skin beneath his testicles, and he shuddered as the points wormed their way into his scrotum. A moan escaped his lips as she stepped into his view again. Something jutted from her pubic area. It was a phallus. It was not an unfamiliar sight, for he had seen many different styles and types. They were quite popular amongst the women of the Empire. This one was large, at least eight inches, black, with silver studs along its length. She stroked it with a gloved hand. He watched her stare at him as she picked up a paddle. She dipped two of her gloved fingers into a pot and walked around him. He gasped and thrust his hips forward as the two fingers forced their way into his rectum. The fingers began to itch, then burn. She thrust them in and out quickly, the oil starting its reaction. Savren fought the intense pain in his ass, only to have his Mistress start to spank him with the paddle. She started on one cheek, and then worked her way over to the other. Tears streamed down his face as he felt and heard the smack as the leather paddle worked him over. He felt the paddle land on the center of his ass and heard himself scream hoarsely, the intense sensations rolling over him. Her hand groped and pinched his ass cheeks, the contrast between his hot flesh and her cool skin. He looked down to see her fasten a wide leather belt around his waist and attach chains to either side. His waist was lifted up and placed in position by her hands.