The Chronicles of Slave Nano No. 04

I heard ticking from the adjoining room, which must be the goddess's dressing room. Not just one tick, but the metronomic mesmerising tick of hundreds of clocks. I entered into this room and there it was, the chamber of cuckoo clocks. Hundreds of pendulums and cords swayed in time. The ticking was relentless and would drive you mad if you were locked in this room for long. But the collection of clocks was magnificent. There were three hundred, all of them beautifully carved, decorated with all manner of painted carvings; little children in traditional German dress, delicate flowers, woodland creatures, little wooden framed houses. Goddess Nemesis had explained to me that Baron von Hellzencoq and Empress Dykenspeil were avid collectors of cuckoo clocks and that the perverted pair are aroused by the constant chiming and crowing of these machines and that they were symbolic of the couple's habit of making cuckolds of hapless husbands.

Then, as I stood in awe in front of the array of clocks it was 11 o'clock. The noise was deafening. Three hundred clocks all going off at the same time, three hundred doors opening, three hundred little cuckoos popping out and a deafening cacophony of peeps and whistles – cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo. My own cuckoo clock joined in with this orchestra of cuckoo chimes.

Once the cuckoos had finished I recovered my composure and concentrated on the task at hand. The Baron had turned Goddess Eostra's white swans into wooden cuckoos and trapped them in the clocks. My task was to find the nine swans that had been transformed. But where would I start? There were three hundred clocks in the room and no hint of which could they could be. I had to trust to my instincts. I had noticed that one of the cuckoo clocks had the same golden primrose and golden egg motif etched onto it as the clock I had bought from the Jewish clockmaker. Perhaps these clocks had also been made by him as a gift for Goddess Eostra. I remembered where this clock was and cast my eye around the room for the same symbols. I found them again on another clock. I had worked out my strategy. I must check each clock for the golden primrose and golden egg motif that symbolised Goddess Eostra's power. If there were nine in the room then this surely must represent her nine swans.

It took me ages to work through all of the clocks. By the time I had finished it was mid-day and again the cuckoos set off to mark the passing of the hour. I worked quickly. I had twelve strokes of the clock to use the tiny golden key to unlock the nine cuckoos from the extending rods in the nine clocks I had chosen as they poked their heads out of their little doors. I wanted to get them all in one attempt and not have to wait another hour when it was only 1 o'clock and I had even less time to capture the cuckoos. I was successful. I could only trust to fate that I had made the right choices and carefully opened up the back of my own cuckoo clock to keep them safe until I could return them back to Goddess Eostra to be turned back into swans.

I now faced the next stage of my mission. I left the chamber of the cuckoo clocks through a different door as I knew that I now had to seek out the iron gate and the next series of trials. The passage way opened into another chamber, which I entered cautiously. It appeared to be empty but whilst I was half way across the black and white tiled floor I saw that the spring green drapes that hung all the way down from the ceiling were pulled back. Nine naked women emerged slowly and sensuously from behind the drapes. Their long blonde hair spread seductively over their naked breasts offering a hint of naked flesh and glimpse of bare nipple. They converged to form a barrier of soft seduction and temptation in front of me. Were these the nine hand maidens? Or were these the set of clones or virgin temptresses that Goddess Nemesis had warned me about. I believed they must be the latter as I knew that the Goddess Eostra's hand maidens were in another part of the castle beyond another set of barriers.

One of the naked women stepped forward from the group and approached me.

"We are nine young virgins taken from the surrounding villages and trained in the arts of seduction."

She pursed her rose red lips and flicked her blonde hair away to reveal the curved line of her ample and sensuous breasts and the blonde pubic hair that framed her delectable little sweetie. This was the trial of temptation that I had been warned of. In some ways this test did not concern me. This is what my years of training under the strict but fair hand of Goddess Nemesis had trained me for. I have faced similar temptations in the past and I knew that to fail at this hurdle and to surrender to the seduction of these beautiful maidens would disgrace me. This was why I had been chosen for this important task, because Goddess Nemesis must have faith in my strength of will to resist such obvious temptation. I summoned up all of my training and experience and all my strength of will. I will admit to it not being easy, as the nine girls surrounded me and started to stroke me and fondle my crotch seductively, but I knew I had the ability to resist them. I took control of my feelings and could sense that there was no hardening of my cock underneath by breeches.

"You can try and seduce me all that you like, but I will not be deflected from my purpose," I announced to them. "I have been trained not to succumb to base sexual urges and your attempts to arouse me will not succeed."

I saw the feeling of deflation in the nine girls as they could see that my resistance was stubborn. I used this opportunity to brush past them and stride on to the end of the chamber. My only concern was that whether the nine virgins would make a report of the presence of a strange man with a cuckoo clock in their chamber. This only increased the urgency of my mission.

At the bottom of a stone flight of steps leading up the central keep there was an iron-gate. This was the first of the barriers I had to penetrate before to find the stable of Goddess Eostra's nine magic hares. I pressed the centre bolt of the bottom hinge and the door opened silently into a dazzling passageway totally mirror lined, lit by small floor lights, which seemed to be descending steeply and getting narrow. All the mirrors of the walls were made of random shaped pieces of mirror, like a jigsaw, some overlapping and some standing out in 3-D.

As I had been warned, it was deeply disorientating. There was no other way out as the iron door had closed behind me and even that was mirrored. I tried not to panic as I had have been trained by Goddess Nemesis to be intuitive and to withstand mental torture. Looking carefully I could see some pieces of mirror outlined with a thicker green coloured edge that made up letters. I used the egg shaped fragment of mirror to reflect them. The letters spelt 'Ostara' and above the 'O' was a small egg shaped gap. I placed the piece of mirror into it and immediately a blinding light beamed out from it showing me the way down he mirrored maze passage. I followed the light. I knew that I had only nine seconds to reach the end of the mirrored max before the lights would go out and I would be plunged into total darkness.

As went round the bend I faced the third and probably the most dangerous barrier. In front of me was the silver grate. Beneath it was a pit containing the silver haired wolves – the wolves that Baron von Hellzencoq uses to sniff out and hunt virgins. I had been warned that the wolves can smell lust and it will rouse them up. I had also been warned not to look into the eyes of the wolves as they would mesmerise me, bidding me to open the grid sothat I would fall into their preying jaws.

I looked up and there above the silver grate was one of Goddess Eostra's handmaidens. This must have been the one that Goddess Nemesis had described who had defied Baron von Hellzencoq's demands and was being punished. Her wrists and ankles were tied with ropes and she was suspended from metal rings in the roof above the silver grate. Her sex was exposed for all to see. No doubt she had been penetrated and abused by Baron von Hellzencoq's servants. Her cunt was hanging over the silver grate where her female scent could be sniffed by the prowling wolves underneath.

I pulled out a pen knife from my pocket and supported the girl's limp body as I cut the rope. Her golden tresses of hair fell sensuously onto my face. I concentrated. I knew that I must not get aroused. This was one of Goddess Eostra's handmaidens and to show any sexual feelings towards her would disgrace me and my mistress and jeopardise the whole mission. Also, I knew that the silver haired wolves prowling menacingly in the cage underneath us would be roused by the scent of any lust. I gently lowered the girl down so that she was steady on her feet. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek.

"At last, a brave knight to rescue me. I can give you a nice reward. The Baron has had his way with me and broken me. I'm no virgin and what I need is a good fuck. Come get your hard cock out and ram it inside me and fuck me on the silver grate in full view of the wolves."

I smiled. I knew my role. I was not going to fall to that temptation so easily. But my complacency was soon shattered though. The wolves could sense lust but even though I could control mine, the maiden had no control over hers. She was aroused and the wolves could feel it. They started snarling and jumping up at the silver grate above them and then they began to howl.

"Come on, fuck me on the silver grate. I want your cock inside me. The wolves will not be satisfied until their lust has been satisfied. Fuck me and let our love juices drip into the cage below. That's the only thing that will silence the wolves; my wet cunt and your hot spunk. They won't be silenced until they can lick me out and lick the cum off the end of your cock. Better still, look into their eyes as you wank over them and they eat up every last drop of your spunk."

I knew that the maiden was putting me in grave peril and tempting me to even greater dangers. The maiden had pulled me down onto the silver grate and the wolves were jumping up at it their sharp teeth snarling. I pulled myself up onto my knees and held the girls face in my hands.

"Listen to me," I called urgently, "we are in grave danger as long as we stay here. Remember you are still a handmaiden of the Goddess Eostra. If either of us look into the eyes of the wolves we'll never escape from this place and their howls will alert the guards of the Baron."

"I'm no maiden any more. I want to look into the eyes of the wolves. I want their rough tongues to lick my cunt out and make me cum. I will stay here and surrender myself to wolves' lust."

My mission had taken a perilous twist. I knew that I could not leave her here, it was imperative that I rescue all of Goddess Eostra's acolytes. But, the young girl was delirious with lust for me. The cuckoo clock had fallen onto the silver grate. I could only trust that one of Goddess Eostra's talismans could make her recognise her true self and see sense. I opened the back of the clock again and pulled out the fragment of the magic mirror. I grasped her face firmly and made her look into it before she caught the gaze of one of the wolves.

"Do you see who you truly are now?" I demanded.

It seemed to have worked, she nodded and the fires of passion in her seemed to subside.

"Whatever you do, don't look into the wolves' eyes."

I took hold of her hand and we passed over the silver grate and I was relieved to leave the snarling and howling wolves behind us. I had successfully negotiated the last of the three barriers. As we came out of the corridor we entered a golden walled corridor at the base of one of the towers with a wide sweeping staircase running up from it. The floor of the chamber was covered in a sea of white rabbits. These must be the rabbits that were a product of Baron von Hellzencoq's programme of forced breeding. Amongst them were Goddess Eostra's nine magical hares which had been transformed into breeding machines. Once again the fragment of magic mirror came to my rescue. The mirror reflected the truth.

I grabbed each rabbit by the ears and held it up against the fragment of mirror. A rabbit was reflected back into it. I tried about twelve rabbits before finally the long brown face and long ears of a hare reflected back in the mirror. I put all the rabbits that had been turned into hares to one side for the girl to look after. As with the swans, when they were restored into Goddess Eostra's possession she would be able to turn them back into their true form. It took a long time to complete the task. At one point the cuckoo clock piped out – cuckoo, cuckoo. Two o'clock. Luckily this chamber was deep in the base of a tower and the clock did not alert anybody.

Now we had to proceed up the sweeping staircase, its wooden banisters decorated with carvings of hares. It was not easy. Goddess Eostra's handmaiden scooped up as many of the rabbits as she could carry and I took the rest with my cuckoo clock still under my other arm. It would not be easy if we were spotted and we needed to move at pace but there was no choice but to take the rabbits with us.

I looked up. The staircase seemed to wind on forever, reaching high up into the tallest turret of the castle. I had been told that this was an illusion; that I would think that there were 900 steps but I must count up to exactly 90. This was the one part of my mission that I had been looking forward to. This was the gallery of with oil paintings of the Goddesses lining the stone walls all the way up to the top of the tower. I counted the steps carefully at first. But, I could not help but glance at the magnificent portraits. The eyes in the paintings followed me, soft singing voiced were lulling me into contemplation and stupefying my senses. Perfumed incense was burning in golden holders up the staircase. There was Goddess Rhiannon, whose white horse I had rescued; Goddess Quan Ging who had I helped escape from a cell in another fortress in another strange country. It was mesmerising to see such power and beauty gathered together all in one place. I carried on counting....forty one, forty two, forty three.

And then I saw it. The portrait of Goddess Nemesis herself, from the waist up sat on a throne in a magnificent, ornate, gilded frame. At the bottom was a brass plate that read: 'Goddess Nemesis: Goddess of Fate and Retribution'. Fittingly, she was dressed in her purple and black pagan dress, her ebony hair streaked with purple, a glittering jewel on the black choker around her neck. In one hand she held a wheel – the wheel of fortune. Her look was harsh and her piercing blue eyes looked out at me in admonishment. But, I couldn't help but be captivated. My mind started to drift of to all those wonderful encounters in her magnificent domain, kneeling before her, serving her. I did not realise what peril I was in. This was far more dangerous for me than the naked virgins. I had been trained to resist those but these wonderful paintings, and especially this one of Goddess Nemesis herself. My head told me that she could not help me that I should not be distracted by them, but my heart wanted to gaze at her image and worship her.

"Let's linger here for a while, we've still plenty of time," I whispered.

Fortunately the girl realised what was happening to me. She shoved me in the arm, nearly letting her armful of rabbits fall to the ground in the process.

"You can't stay here. You're in great danger. If you tarry you will get lost in servitude. I know how powerful these portraits are – they are magical and are here for protection. The Baron and his men never use this stairway."

I was able to pull myself from the brink. If the girl had not been there I think I would have stayed forever and got lost in the staircase of mesmerising portraits until I withered to nothing.

"How many steps had you counted to," the maiden asked urgently.

"Oh, I'm not sure. Was it forty-one or forty two?" My mind was still partly back in Goddess Nemesis's dungeon.

"Concentrate. You must get it right. We aren't allowed to retrace our steps. And if you get it wrong we will be condemned to walk the 900 stairs."

I took a deep breath and brought my mind back into focus.

"The next step is the 44th," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm positive."

I had learnt my lesson and concentrated solely on counting out the steps without allowing myself to be distracted by the portraits.

At the 90th step we stopped and faced a stone wall. I noticed that the wall had markings in it similar to the secret wooden door and realised that the three green gem stones – the jade, malachite and emerald must make an entrance into the emerald chamber. I put the rabbits down, opened the cuckoo clock and put the stones into position. A green glow marked the outline of a doorway. I slowly pushed the stone and we entered.

This was the emerald chamber, the room where Goddess Eostra would normally celebrate her spring equinox ceremony. It was dominated by the glittering emerald chandelier that hung from the ceiling. The sunlight from the arched windows reflected off the gems and shed a shimmering green hue across the chamber. It must have been a delightful room when Goddess Eostra had her full powers and was conducting her ceremony. The room was decorated with frescoes painted onto the plastered walls. On one side a giant hare was painted leaping over a full moon and a carpet of yellow primroses whilst on the other side was a white swan pulling a golden shell with a crowned female figure, which I could only presume was Goddess Eostra herself. But the room had been desecrated. The paint on the frescoes was starting to peel in places and there were white stains on them and on the thick piled green rug on the stone floor. I looked more closely. Dried spunk, I thought, how disgusting. The stench was unbearable. It was clear that the chamber had been used as an open toilet and the Baron and his servants had pissed against the wall. I was saddened to see such desecration.

We needed to go in search of Goddess Eostra's remaining eight handmaidens. There was an exit out of the emerald chamber. I opened the door cautiously and we entered another pillared hall. Chained against the pillars were the golden haired maidens, nine on one side, eight on the other and one empty pillar. These must surely be the handmaidens of Goddess Eostra along with the clones that Baron von Hellzencoq had created. In the centre was a large round table and set on it was a flagon of wine and two pewter goblets. Goddess had told me to use my intuition. I just had a strange feeling about the need to anticipate risk and ward against it. Instinctively I opened the stopper on the flagon and crumbled a piece of mushroom I had kept into it.

I was just in time. I could hear voices approaching from the far end of the hall. I scooped up the rabbits and the cuckoo clock, grasped the maiden's hand and pulled her to hide behind one of the tapestries. From where I had positioned myself I could peek into the hall without being seen myself. I gestured to the maiden to keep quiet.

It was Baron von Hellzencoq and Empress Dykenspeil. Two of their servants were behind them carrying a full length mirror set in a frame and stand of pure gold. Was this the magic mirror of time? Another servant led a naked girl who was being led by an iron chain around her neck and her wrists bound behind her back with iron cuffs.

"This serving girl was found leaving out food and milk for a hare, an agent of the deposed so-called Goddess Eostra. Our spies discovered her talking to a hare. I believe she is still in contact with our enemy."