A Long Time from Home Ch. 29

She opened her mouth but closed it again as the guards came in with the food.

"You looked like you were about to say something just before the guards came in." I said when they had left the room again.

"Oh... just wondered what kind of oil you used." She said.

I took the bottle and placed it on the table. "This."

"Can I?" she asked, gesturing at it.

"Sure. Help yourself." I said and poured some tea. If she wanted to check for drugs in the oil, she was way too late, since that had been in the water.

She reached out and took the bottle, again stiffening as the movement shifted her position on the chair. She shivered shortly and opened the bottle to inhale the fumes. "Smells nice, but there's something I can't recognize. Do you know what it is?"

"Most likely the mint. It helps warming the skin and muscles." I said and handed her a cup of tea, which she accepted without even having been given a choice.

I looked at the two plates. "Which one would you like?"

She chose the left one and a moment later, we were both eating.

I used the break to analyze the pattern of the situation and realized she was trying to play me in an effort to draw out time. After we had eaten, she would most likely complain about pain in the muscles and ask to have the front massaged. She might even try to seduce me, since having sex would again take time, delaying any questioning from my part, but also because her body was screaming for sex right now and the need to delay was a good excuse for having it.

Well, if that were the case, I could take it easy and let her walk into the trap of her own free will, with a little bit of encouragement of course.

We talked a bit while eating, but she avoided saying anything useful, so when I was done eating, I took a fresh piece of papyrus from my jacket as well as a pen and placed them on the table before I went back to drinking my tea.

She swallowed the food and nodded at the papyrus, before saying, "For the interview?"

"Yeah. " I said, drank the last tea and then poured some more. "Sooner or later I really do have to ask you some real questions. "

She smiled a bit. "But you're not in a hurry."

"Correct." I said and smiled back.

She stretched a bit and shivered when she came into contact with the chair again. "In that case, can I accept your offer of massaging the front, before we go to the interview?" She grimaced. "I can really feel the difference now."

I pretended to think about it and said, "Yeah, why not."

"Thanks." She stood up and walked over to the bed. Swaying a little bit more than she had done before. Put a dress on her and that was how many women would walk, when they were trying to get attention from a man.

I took the massage oil from the table, walked over to her, and started doing the massage.

The next glass became more and more fun, as she tried just about anything to get me to take the first step. Whispering "Oh that feels sooo nice!", groans, subtle movements of the body to get my fingers to touch her pussy while massaging her legs, biting her lower lip and so on.

She did it very well and I could feel my body responding to her teasing.

Unfortunately for her, I ignored both my own body and her teasing, while adding to her frustration by hitting nerve after nerve, sending shivers of pleasure through her body, making her more and more aroused, but not enough to give her an orgasm.

Finally, she crossed the line. "You're making me so turned on. Can't we just have sex?"

"I really can't do that." I frowned. "You might knock me out and hold me as a hostage or something. It's hard to do Ars Mentalis when you're having sex."

"Please!" She breathed and now I was sure that the frustration in her voice wasn't faked. She needed to come, and she needed to draw out the time, however having her asking me for sex wasn't a game. It was important for her sub-conscious resistance, that she had been the one to ask me and not the other way around.

She looked around in the room, seeing the table, the chairs, the leather straps and a moment later, she said the exact sentence that I had been hoping to hear. "You could tie me up, so I couldn't hit you."

If I had suggested it, the sex act would be a bit like rape and again add to her sub-conscious resistance, but since she was the one asking to be chained up, that wouldn't happen.

Nodding, I took a step back and said, "One moment." Then I walked over to the table and cleared it, before turning towards her. "Two things. First, you will be chained to the table. Secondly, I will do as I please, though I will promise you that it won't hurt at all." The last thing I said with a smile.

She didn't even ask questions, but just nodded.

"I would like to hear the answer to each of these."

Frustrated she said, "Yes, you can chain me to the table and yes, you can do what you want, as long as it doesn't hurt."

"Good. Come over here and lay down on the table."

She did it and using Ars Mentalis I secured the straps to the table, so she was lying on her back, with her legs spread and tied down, so she couldn't move.

Another Ars Mentalis trick cleaned the massage oil from her body.

It had done its job and besides, it tastes awful.

She was looking expectantly at me as I undressed, but instead of taking her immediately as I'm sure she had expected, I bowed down and kissed her breast.

"Oh, come on. " She groaned. "Just fuck me!"

I slapped her lightly on the inner side of the leg and said "Shyyy. Shut up and enjoy it instead." before I continued to play with her breasts a little while.

Then I slowly worked my way down her body.

By now, she was moaning constantly, so I started kissing her inner thigh, before moving on to the genital area.

To my surprise, she suddenly asked "What are you doing?!"

I looked up at her. "Don't tell me that you have never been licked before?"

"Not there, I haven't." She said in a voice that indicated that it was something she couldn't even imagine being done.

"Well." I said with a grin. "Good thing that you can't move then, for you are in for a pleasant surprise."

I went to work with my tongue and fingers, using slow movements and gentle pressure.

Unless they have studied anatomy and nerve lanes, few people know that the love-pearl is a network of nerves, with no less than eighteen distinct parts and I took my time to stimulate most of those, as I slowly build up intensity.

She started to sweat and shake all over her body as the pleasure became more and more intense and when I at last used fingers and tongue at exactly the right spots, she screamed, as she came in a mind-blowing orgasm.

Mind-blowing being the important word here and it was the reason for doing all this teasing: When anyone gets an orgasm of that magnitude, their self-control is shattered for a few heartbeats. That doesn't mean that their mind is unprotected, since all the natural defenses are still in effect, but these natural defenses are concentrated against mental attacks.

The trick I was using wasn't an attack. It was a subtle and superficial mind scan, designed to pick up the memory of a significant event in her recent past. A thought image flashed into my mind, but since I didn't really have time to study it, I put it away in my memory. There would be time enough later and right now I had other things to do.

She was still stunned and shaking from the orgasm when I without warning slid my dick into her wet pussy. It was wonderful tight and she was so aroused, that her inner muscles immediately grabbed the shaft, massaging it as I went in and out of her.

Almost without thinking, my hands found her beautiful breasts and fondled them, teasing the nipples to add even more pleasure.

Within a minute, she exploded again in a scream, bucking her hips against me, as the orgasm ripped through her body. I repeated the mind trick and got another image.

I continued in the same rhythm, letting my hands wander on her body, caressing every inch I could reach. This time it took a bit longer, but eventually she came again. She screamed with pleasure, but instead of begging for me to stop, she begged for more.

However, I needed more time to get more information from her mind, so I went back to use my tongue and fingers. She liked that a lot, but when I tried to use the mind scan trick, it simply didn't work, so I continued alternating between licking and fucking her, while trying the mind scan from time to time.

She tasted good and pussy felt good around my dick, but aside from that, it wasn't much fun as I was too occupied with getting the results I needed to really enjoy it.

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Four glass later I had only succeeded in getting one more thought image from her and by that time I was convinced that she wasn't human, or even Baylon for that matter. No-one was able to orgasm that many times and still be awake. The nerve system simply couldn't take that much stimulation and any normal person would have passed out or had a heart attack after two glass of the treatment I had been given her.

Add to that that her mind shield was incredible hard even during orgasms and it just wasn't natural.

I got an idea and activated another Ars Mentalis that enhance tactile sensitivity. Normally I used it, if I'm doing something with my fingers that I can't see with my eyes, like feeling for a splinter inside a wound. This time however, I applied the sensitivity to her nerves instead, as I used my fingers and tongue on her.

She howled, screamed, orgasmed, and then went limb, but not before I had succeeded in getting a fourth thought image from her.

Exhausted, I checked her vitals to make sure that she wasn't dying, but she had only passed out.

"Unbelievable." I mumbled to myself, as I loosened her and carried her to the bed, where I sat down and relaxed for a while.

Feeling a bit better, I got dressed again and recalled the mental images that I had received.

The first looked like a meeting of some kind, with a group of people sitting around a table. One of them was a middle-aged Baylon man that was dressed like a noble and wore a mage ring on his left hand.

The next two persons matched the description of the persons that Chuzara had been in company with, when she visited Fishers in Capitol. The ones called Kruse and Piler. The last person was a dark-haired and grey-eyed man, with angular features.

I studied them for a while. Each person had features that indicated a mixture with a human race and half-breeds was not that common here on Baylon. Yet here was four, all connected to the same Baylon noble mage and that simply couldn't be a coincidence.

The next thought-image nearly made me fell of the chair.

The image showed a monument consisting of two circles of large stones, with other stones on top to connect each circle and I recognized it immediately. Located in Albion and for that reason known as the Northern Anchor, the structure was one out of three Anchors that held Baylon in this dimension, the others being positioned to the west and south. There used to be a fourth anchor, located on the island of Thera in the Middle Sea, but that anchor was destroyed when the island blew up a few hundred years ago.

The next two thought-images were the other two remaining anchors and that worried me. It was rare for anybody to have seen all four anchors in person, especially the Southern Anchor. Located on a small island in the middle of the ocean, nobody ever came there and getting there wasn't easy, since few ships travelled to that location. The only practical way to get there was to be gated by a mage and that required that the mage had been on the island before.

My brain went into high speed.

The only way Chuzara could have seen all three anchors, was if she had been transported by a mage. The Baylon noble was a mage.

A mage could use magical gates or teleport spells to transport a smaller force around, so the Imperial Guards couldn't find it, which fit perfectly with what I had heard about the criminals so far.

The Opposition wanted to return Baylon to its home dimension as soon as possible and one way to do that, was to destroy at least two of the Dimensional Anchors.

The Anchors were well guarded, so to get to them you needed either a large force or a small group of specialists, like the Ordo Gladius.

Enter Chuzara, Kruse, Piler and Angular Guy and you had such a group. Being half-blooded, they would also be considered expendable by most Baylon nobles.

Sighing I stood up and got dressed. The problem with all this analysis was that I could easily convince myself, but convincing my superiors about the possibility of this, would be next to impossible without proof.

I might as well try to convince them that dogs were going to take over the world.

In short: As so often before, I needed a good plan.

"Going away again?" Chuzara said tiredly from the bed.

When I looked her, somewhat in shock that she was already awake, she smiled. "You are an absolutely fantastic lover, Ivah. I never tried anything like this before."

"My pleasure." I said with a smile. "But you did wear me out, so we will have to wait with the interview until tomorrow."

Her smile became a little wider. "I can live with that. Can I sleep here? It's warmer than the cell."

"Sure." I took the magical cutlery from the trays, before warning the guards that I was coming out. Then on second thought, I picked up the trays and carried them with me. "Sleep well."

"Sweet dreams." She answered and closed her eyes again.

I watched her for a few heartbeats before walking out, marveling that she was not only alive, but only had passed out for half a glass or so. I really needed to examine her later, coz that was way beyond normal.

The smiles on the guard's faces clearly told me that they had heard her screams of pleasure.

I stopped right outside and placed the trays on the floor.

"Gentlemen, if someone body is going to break her out, it's going be tonight." I looked from one to the other. "Keep your eyes open."

They nodded and one of them said, "We shall pass that on, sir. Our watch ends in a glass."

"Thank you." I said, placed a hand on the door and used my mental powers to make the door expand slightly. A moment later, it was jammed in the doorframe and would stay that way for a day or until I came back, whichever came first. It wouldn't stop a determined group, but it would slow them down and perhaps make them create some noise.

In the ideal world, I would have stayed and helped defend the prison, but I wasn't even sure that an attack was coming and getting this news to the headquarter was more important than the possibility of an attack. As they usually say in plays, 'The future of Baylon is at stake!'.

I nodded to the guards and walked out, stopping only by the by the office on the way to retrieve my sword.

The first thing I did was to go to the local Ordo Praesidium chapter and file a report that included everything that I had discovered, but without any analysis, which didn't belong in this form for report anyway. Putting it all together took almost four glass, so when I was done, I told the clerk that I wanted two copies of that report as soon as possible. One for the Gideon chapter and one for the head chapter.

Then I delivered the same report once more, but this time as a mental communication to the Ordo Praesidium headquarters.

They had a lot of analysts there and somebody higher up the food chain, should be able to reach the same conclusion as I had done.

After that was done, I was so out of mental energy that I had to wake up a mage from the Ordo Vectio, so she could transport me to Gideon and the Ordo Gladius chapter there.

Once there I made a new report, but this time I included my analysis, along with the recommendation that to stop this plot from happening, the Unknown Noble Mage should be caught and put to trial for treason.

Again, I asked the clerk to make copies. One for the local chapter, one for the headquarters and one for the Dominus Grande personally.

Finally, I made the same report as a mental communication, to be sent to the same places as the paper reports.

Then I double and triple checked that I hadn't forgotten anything.

When I was done with all that, it is was morning, so I found a quiet spot and sat down to meditate. There simply wasn't time to sleep as I was pretty sure, that shit would start to fall on my head, as soon as people got around to reading my report.

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The sight that met me when I opened my eyes again was an unexpected one, since I was looking directly at Dominus Grande Maximus and behind him stood no less than four soldiers from the Feminae Bellum.

When he saw me open my eyes, he smiled slightly. "You sure know how to piss in an anthill, Spectre."

"Well, sir, if it is my job to piss in an anthill, that is what I'll do." I said and yawned. Then I noticed that I had a collar around my neck. One of those collars that blocked the use of power. Apparently, there was a lot of pissed off ants out there and the downside about using meditation instead of sleep, was that you didn't noticed things.

Another thing I noticed was that the Dominus Grande looked old and tired. Of course, he had been old when I was five, but now he really looked to be almost three hundred years old, as I knew that he was.

The smile disappeared when he said, "It's my duty to inform you that you are under arrest for Slandering against Ordo Ars Magica, for Misuse of Inquisitorial powers and for falsifying reports."

I snorted. "That's bullshit and they dragged you all the way from Arcem Discendi for that?"

The Dominus Grande shrugged. "You're a vice-captain and that means that that only another Inquisitor Captain or somebody of higher rank can arrest you. The other captains are away on missions and thus they got hold of me."

"Fair enough." I said and stood up. "Can we get some tea? It was a really bad day yesterday."

"Hmm. That shouldn't be problem." He stood up. "Please follow me."

I nodded and followed, causing the four female soldiers to take a step backwards.

"I feel notorious." I remarked with a grin.

"As from this morning, you are." Maximus said drily as we walked into the mess hall and sat down in the corner, far away from any windows and doors. "According to rumours, Grand master Julius Nigrus Cor of the Ordo Praesidium have taken a personal interest in the case."

I blinked in surprise. "Why would he do that?"

"Politics." Maximus said with a shrug. "It's the first time in years that an Inquisitor vice-captain has been arrested."

"Good point." I said and nodded thanks to one of the waiters as they placed two cups of tea on the table. Taking a cup, I asked. "What's with the 'Misuse of Inquisitorial Powers' charge?"

"Well, according to the Captain of the Ordo Praesidium in Drusus," Said Maximus as he drank some of his coffee. "You grossly overstepped your jurisdiction, when you almost ordered him to increase the security at the prison and when that was denied, you requested that a prisoner should be moved to a more secure holding."

"You can't be serious." I said with a chuckle. "Almost isn't the same as actually doing it."

"Emilian, this is politics... and that is always serious." He said with a sigh. "Yes, I know that even if you're guilty in that one, it's just a small fine, but it's the principle of dragging an Inquisitor to court that all this is about."

I leaned back in the seat and looked at him. "Have you even read my report?"

"Yes. Both of them in fact... and they do seem a little far out." He smiled a bit. "I mean, a plot involving five bastards and an unknown mage that could result in the destruction of the Anchors and the subsequent return of Baylon to our own dimension. Come on, Emilian, even you would think that it was far out if you weren't the one that had made it."