Seidh, Od, and Other Hnossir

The woman, who was wearing a shift dress that belied the temperatures outside, sat on the sofa opposite her. Glancing down at her watch, she sighed. "You know, I could wait another hour or so to be sure, but I have never been very patient. Besides, the extraseidhI just gave him should still carry enough power to get him to his pillow, even if he's released in all other ways.

"Let's begin."

The brunette began humming an almost familiar tune, but Ada couldn't place where she'd heard it before, unless it was moments ago before the man left. But it was so much more complex than that, using unfamiliar notes too subtle in differentiation to be found on the keys of a piano. To Ada it sounded vaguely Indian-- it wasn't harmonic, but it did have a certain melody of its own. She was a bit fascinated by it, but the bound-and-gagged state she was in was hardly conducive to music appreciation.

When the woman opened her mouth and the tones had actualwords, Ada lost all those concerns.

The words were meaningless to her; they were not English, but even if they had been she wouldn't have been unable to decode them on a conscious level. No, these words spoke directly to her soul, to deep parts of her brain which weren't accessible under normal conditions. She felt her heart soar, and her mind bend, twist... Anger, fear, even confusion all faded, replaced by peace, sweet tranquility, and love.

Love for this woman who sat before her, an undying affection striking to the core of her being. Desire to make her proud, to make her happy, to seize some of the same love from this woman in return. And suddenly Ada knew her name, it slid into her and made her sigh:Gullveig. Many other names danced in that song, but the only other than Ada could feel was appropriate was "mistress".

The song went on for hours, days... but probably really only minutes. When it ended, Ada wept at its absence. She'd never known anything so beautiful.

"Now, my pet, I'm going to remove this so we can talk together. I know you'll remain very quiet so you can learn what I need to tell you. Isn't that right?"

Ada nodded vigorously. She wanted to taste her mistress's name on her lips, and this makeshift gag was preventing that.

As lovely hands twisted the knot loose behind Ada's head, welcome air rushed into her mouth. She sucked it in, and panted out, "I love you, Mistress Gullveig. I will do anything for you."

"I'm sure you will, pet, I'm sure you will." Gullveig said to her, caressing her cheek. "And that is my truest name, indeed, but I prefer 'Heidi' right now. It's less conspicuous, even though I've used it before, too."

"Mistress Heidi, I--"

"Enough with the 'mistress', love. I know it's there, you've no need to say it aloud. Simply 'Heidi'. If it makes you feel uncomfortable to be so familiar, you may downcast your eyes. But I would prefer to see them. They are quite lovely and green. You remind me of a pet I had a thousand years ago, and thrall by the name of Lin. Her eyes were the color of yours, and it gave me such a thrill to make her mine. Tell me, girl, what is your name and how do you feel?"

Ada gave this vision of beauty her name, and would have followed with a long personal history if she didn't feel it would be boring for her mistress. "I feel great love for you, but... scared. You... you had me dragged here, against my will, and I don't think that's right. But, in my heart..."

"Yes, pet?"

"In my heart, I know I can't help myself. I'm weak for you, mis-- Heidi. I know what I want, but I know that I should not..."

Heidi sat down on her lap, smelling delicious, and Ada struggled not to sink into the black, shoulder-length hair. She knew she should be exerting every ounce of her being to resist this woman's touches, holding her breath to ward off the woman's perfume, closing her eyes to blot the woman from sight. She knew she should be doing all these things, but in truth she didn't... want... to. And Heidi could tell.

"Yes, my pet, you're feeling it, now. I can see it in your eyes. You couldn't stop wanting me even if I asked you to." She leaned in. "But I won't ask you to, Ada, darling. Desire is where I want you to go, and that is the path you're on, now." Then Heidi's mouth was upon hers, the taste of the tall woman's tongue fresh and moist, breasts crushed to breasts as the kiss went on and on.

"Indeed," whispered the cajoling voice as lips parted, "if I were to let you loose right now, you'd not even run, would you, my pet?"

Ada's answer was an urgent attempt to reclaim Heidi's mouth with her own, and the moan she emitted as she did so left no doubt what her answer was.

In a moment, the cords which held fast her wrists and ankles were severed by Heidi's knife. Truerelease, of course, was not to be so easily obtained, even after the worship of her mistress's body commenced.

***

"The song I gifted you with is myseidh, my spellsong. Its secrets lie far back in time's depths. I have forgotten when or where or how I knew it, but known it I have for countless lives of women. Woden I gave this gift in years past, the gift of magic in the voice, and in return... well, that is the entire point of this discussion, isn't it?"

Ada propped her chin up on a pillow, trying to follow every last word Heidi threw out to her. It was difficult to concentrate when what she really wanted to do was take her mistress into her arms once more and shower her with orgasmic bliss once more, as she had in the hours before. Heidi sprawled atop the mattress, nude, relaxed, restful, but alert to her thrall's attention.

"Theseidhwas my bargaining chip, but what I am missing, now, is far greater. And my loss has been the gain of two useless men who do not know what they carry. It is both tragic and amusing.

"Your friends are enslaved by the men they just met, by..." here she paused, searching for words.

It struck Ada as obvious, when she thought about it, "You mean Ellis and Dorian."

"Ah, is that their names? I hadn't gotten that close, yet. Interesting."

She was filled with joy, knowing that she'd helped her mistess in some small way.

Heidi continued. "Long ago I lost the totem, and I had no idea it had come to Iceland else I might have recovered it. But now it has been found, and its first use called to me like a lover. And so I came here, and watched, and waited. I know muchseidhbesides the love-compulsion, and soon your friends became known to me, and their plight, and their masters-- at least from a distance. And you, also, my pet." She stroked Ada's hair.

It felt delightful, but Ada was still confused. "Heidi... Love, I don't understand. About seidh, about totems, or what Ellis and Dorian are doing. Or Woden...? Wasn't he a Norse god or something?"

"He was that, darling, and the best of them. I could tell you such tales... You have heard some of them, corrupted by the ages. The Norse told many tales of my time, but as with any oral tradition, things went awry."

"I promise, nothing will ever go awry withmyoral traditions."

Heidi grinned in mirror-image to Ada's own lascivious expression. "I don't know what you mean, precious, but I trust you'll show me. Later, though. There are things you need to know, now, for the task ahead.

"The Norse poems were eventually collected into the Edda, but by then they were so garbled that they had long lost any real historical worth. My first death, as Gullveig, was closest to the truth, and when I arose again as Freyja, Hoern, Mardoell, Syr--"

"Yourfirstdeath?"

"Pet, I am of the Vanir, the Eldest. I can die, but I am reborn into a direct-line female descendant by the next sunrise..."

Ada was fascinated. She had known her beloved was long-lived, but hadn't realized the form the immortality took.

"...which was troublesome back in the early days, when plagues could take hold and eradicate entire populations of my descendants, and I was reduced to a mere disembodied sprit. Now it is much different. Better. Most of the world is descended from me in some way. I don't like dying, but at least I don't spend as much time dead as I once did."

"The Aesir... killed you?"

"Dozens of times. Sometimes rather painfully. It was an age of misogyny, but Thor was the worst of the lot. I could tell he actually enjoyed it.

"Anyway, I don't know where Woden got his runes, but at some point he found a pair that were very potent when placed together, and the girls all flocked to him. Needless to say, I was very intrigued by this, and I offered to teach him my magic in exchange for the runes. The runes were all fine and good for controlling mortals, but his fellow Aesir weren't affected.Seidh, on the other hand...seidhis universal.

"So I taught Wodenseidh, and he forged for me the runestick, Od." Ada watched Heidi's mouth as she said the word. She pronounced it "ode", with perhaps a hint of a rolled "R" at the end. "And for a long time the Aesir watched as I bent womankind to my will."

It excited Ada to imagine this, hordes of womanflesh worshipping her mistress, the sounds, smells, tastes... She began squeezing her thighs together slowly, subtly, rhythmically.

"Eventually it was Thor who was my undoing. He was angry with Woden for accepting my bribe and decided to take matters into his own hands. He found me in my temple, making love to my worshippers, and bludgeoned me to death with a metal club. Years later I returned to Sweden, dug up the corpse where my followers had buried it, and searched desperately for Od, but it was gone... Gone, and nowhere to be found, by gods or men. Thor was gone, too, damn him, and I was never able to wrest the secret out of him before he was... killed..."

"What happened to him? I thought you could never really die."

"No, pet, the Aesir are truly immortal, but they don't die and come back the way I do. They heal, though it can take a long time depending on the damage. And the damage can be extensive. The Aesir aren't as casual about death as I can be, so they've adopted a somewhat mortal existence. Last I heard, Woden was the top executive of a law firm in Berlin. Loki owns a string of used car dealerships in California."

"And Thor?"

Heidi looked conflicted. "I'm not sure. The Inquisitors couldn't kill him, so they just repeatedly tortured and mutilated him. It was an ugly fate, even for someone like Thor."

She shook her head. "At any rate, back to the matter at hand... Od has... limitations. The men who are using it on your friends have likely figured out that its power doesn't extend very far. Not even a mile, really."

"But... Brandy and Callista have been farther away from them than that. How is that possible?"

"Your friends don't know they are enslaved. They probably just think the men are somehow the most arousing people they've ever met, and want to do everything for them, even when not under Od's direct influence."

"Are you saying they're in love with Ellis and Dorian? Even when they're far away?"

"Love is probably too strong a word, too complex an emotion. Od is limited to unbridled lust, but within that space, its effects are much, much stronger thanseidh."

"Impossible, my love."

Heidi smiled at her and touched her cheek. "You only think so, now, pet. Wait until you've felt its presence. Truly, it ishnoss, as the old songs said." She sighed, but Ada looked blank at the reference, so Heidi explained further. "In the poetry traditions, it was said that Freyja was wed to Od, and that they had a daughter, Hnoss, 'delight'. Which was close to true, in a way-- I brought much delight to the world of women when I possessed Od. And will do so again, when you've retrieved it for me."

"Me? Mistress, how? What if they use Od to... to..." Ada couldn't finish out loud.To take me away from you? "Couldn't you... use yourseidhon them, as you have on me?"

Heidi shook her head. "I have considered it, but it's too dangerous, my pet. Myseidhcannot own more than one person at a time-- that is the rule-- and I don't know which one of them has it. Also, if you try and fail, I can send another minion and try once more. If they take me... all is lost."

Something deep inside Ada felt hurt to hear this callous disregard for her, a replaceable "minion", but she wanted to please her mistress in any way she could, and if that meant self-sacrifice, then so be it. Imagining her wonderful Heidi at the whim of those men... She shuddered.

The other woman went on. "Od is notseidh. Its enslavement is entirely sexual in nature. The body is subjugated to Od, and the mind is subjugated to the body's wants, the body's needs. In days long gone, I would use the runestick to reinforce my hold of the mind using bodily lust, and augment the body's feelings withseidh. The end result was that my control was not limited to one slave, and distance from Od became irrelevant. The mind and body were tamed and the will was malleable in my hands." She was lost in memory, and her breathing grew deeper and faster. She broke her reverie. "And it will be so, again, my pet. Soon you will see. And feel."

Heidi discarded her gown, and Ada nearly wept with joy at the sight. "Pet, I believe you were going to illustrate your oral traditions for me?"

Ada didn't respond with words because her mouth was otherwise engaged.

***

"I want to talk to them."

"I thought you didn't want to meet either one of them. You were pretty adamant about it."

Ada was back in her room now; Brandy was gone already, presumably off servicing Ellis and Dorian or whoever else was in their little fuckhut. Zeke had stopped by to visit and make googly eyes at her; he rested on the couch and observed the exchange. Callista was staring into the mirror, putting on eyeshadow that made her look like a whore. Ada thought it was entirely appropriate... and something deep in the recesses of her libido now found it exciting, too.

"I've changed my mind."

Callista looked mischievous. "Good. I know you'll like them. A lot."

Ada looked as skeptical as she felt, but she knew what she had to do. "Maybe. Right now I just want to tell them that I don't appreciate them treating you and Brandy like pieces of meat and ruining our vacation."

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind hearing that from you, darling. They're very... open-minded. And they've been wanting to meet you, too."

Sure they had.

Ada turned to Zeke. "Zeke, I'm going to go and have a chat with these guys. I should be back tonight in time for our dinner date."

He frowned, grabbed his coat, and pulled her aside to the door. "Ada, I don't think this is such a good idea. Your friend seems... I don't know... drugged or something. And you don't know anything about these guys. I'm worried about you."

She smiled mildly at him, grinning internally at how right he was. "I'm sure everything will be okay. I can take care of myself, and I'll be back before tonight."

His expression read "unconvinced", but Ada shrugged, kissed him on the cheek, then shooed him out and gently closed the door on him. She focused on Callista as she heard his retreating footsteps.

She could smell her friend's arousal from here, and it made her think of what her own face had smelled like before she'd showered: Heidi. That thought was getting her horny again, and she resisted the urge to throw Callista on the bed and tongue her into submission. If all of this worked out to her mistress's satisfaction, Callista could easily be hers. Heidi's, that is... but she hoped her mistress would be generous in sharing cuntslaves. Ada refrained from acting on her desires and allowed herself to be led out of the resort, to the street, and into the rental car.

Callista knew the way well, evidently. She drove like a native, though Ada was soon lost amid the maze of streets. They left the city and headed east on the open road, and about fifteen minutes into the drive they turned onto a secondary road, then to a gravel side street. Callista parked the car in front of a largish house whose windows gleamed with welcoming yellow light, and Ada noticed Callista's nipples solidly poking forward through the tight nylon of her blouse. Her eyes were shifty, too; she looked agitated and distracted, and she tried half-heartedly to conceal from Ada the hand that she pressed against her mound through the stretchy skirt material. "Come on," she said to her friend. "They're waiting."

They left the car and approached the front porch, where a door opened on a luxurious wood-paneled space. Hunting lodge style, with a large hearth and a roaring fire. On an overstuffed sofa sat a blond-bearded man of about twenty-five years, his shirt casually open at the neck, a leather thong disappearing into it. Ada had a pretty good idea what was hanging there. She gulped.

Callista was thrilled, and ran toward him ecstatically. "Ellis, Ellis! I brought her! She's here!" She seized his face in her hands and kissed him, molding her body to his, trying to touch as much of him at once as possible. She hiked up her skirt urgently. "Will you fuck me, now? Please?"

Ellis mumbled soothing words to Callista, and she smiled and calmed down. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" he asked, turning to face Ada directly. Callista stood slightly in front of him, her ass against his upper leg, and he affectionately stroked her belly as her breathing quickened. She moved her body upward in an effort to get his touch lower.

"Ellis, lover, I want you to meet my best friend, Ada. Ada, this is Ellis." Ellis didn't wave, since his hands were now in the depths of Callista's panties. The girl cooed. "You are going to like him soooo much."

Ada didn't think so, and evidently the reaction had shown on her face, because Ellis noticed and gave a wry smile. "Perhaps not now," he admitted, "but soon."

She saw him thrust his handhardinto her girlfriend's panties, and Callista emitted several squeals of delight.Hnoss, Ada thought absently.

Ellis removed his fingers from their playground, and Callista slowly licked them clean, staring at Ada all the while. Her arousal intensified at this display; after Heidi's seizure of her sapphic virginity, the way she looked at girls had changed profoundly, and her own panties grew damp while watching her friend devour her own juices. This was not at all according to plan, and Ada tried to ignore Callista completely and strode forward to this man who held the reins of her libido. She intended to reach down into his shirt and rip her goddess's rightful property from the neck of this usurper, and something in her eyes must have warned him, because he snatched his hand out of Callista's mouth and wrapped his fist around the bulge inside his shirt.

Ada felt it seize her, felt Od's effect, seething on the edges of her mind, filling her with a lust she'd not known before. Her excitement at Callista's antics was nothing, not a ghost of arousal compared to this. Every heartbeat pulsed in her cunt, every breath in and out seemed to tantalize her nipples with the brief stretch of her skin.

Ellis's Cock beckoned even as she sank to her knees and gently pulled down his trousers. She wanted it inside her, in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth, everywhere, invading her.Pervading her. Her tongue made love to it with a fervor, hoping that if she made this Cock pleased, if she could get it to spurt down her throat or on her face then maybe,maybe, Ellis might put it in her slit for an encore.

That looked plausible at the moment; Ellis was pleased with her efforts, and his hands tangled in her hair even as she gripped his ass for traction. He'd doubtless have come already from her oral ministrations, but it was evident from the taste on the Cock that he'd been fucking Brandy or Callista or both today-- who knew how many times? The thought made her excited, and she wondered if she'd get to fuck them, too.