Surfacing Ch. 02

"Interesting. What you have learned from the Sisterhood," She murmured. "Do they suit you better than the Tower?"

The mage hesitated, trying to fight through a fog of exhaustion in his mind. He lay naked with a chill and tiny bumps spreading over his skin as his skin of his balls tightened up in unconscious response. He realized that his member was indeed wet, and his nose suggested the moisture was from a mouth, not a pussy. Yet the Valsharess seemed as perfect as ever, not a strand out of place or neckline askew.

If She basked in any afterglow, She hid it well. It was hard to imagine that She might have swallowed his cum just now. Perhaps She had not.

"I-I..." he croaked and cleared the thickness in his throat with a cough. He rolled to his side and curled his legs up, propping himself on one arm so that he could bow his head in Her direction.

"I was given my education at the Sanctuary, and my arcane study at the Tower, Your Grace. The Sisterhood taught different skills...and I would have been a poor student without having the Sanctuary and Tower both, and first. I cannot say any suit me over the others, but...they complement each other."

The Valsharess seemed to offer a tiny smile in profile, still sitting with Her back straight on his bed. "That has always been Our desire. Perhaps you are the first child able to judge true from experience. You are not of any single branch, but you have been known by each about equally in your young life. Are We accurate in our perception, Shyntre?"

"Yes, Valsharess," he responded, a bit reluctantly. "But I have much more to learn from any of them..."

"Not likely in two, as you are not their daughter," She said. "But We appreciate the view from the underside, Shyntre. We value it, and We shall value your service in the path of your sire, but more broad. We intend to breed you so as not to miss the opportunity, but there will be more for you to do." She looked over her shoulder at him, and in the dying candlelight Her eyes looked almost gold. "You surely are intrigued by that?"

The wizard's heart had picked up its pace again; he was almost relieved that it seemed a normal response. "Yes, Valsharess. Whatever service you require."

Another smile quirked at Her lips and she handed out a plain silver ring. "Should you scry another such danger as you did with Kerse breaking his bond, you shall inform Us before any other. Speak it through this, We will hear it."

He nodded, accepting the ring but not slipping it on quite yet. "Of course, Valsharess."

She noticed it remained in his palm. "Research it, if you must. You will find no curse or compulsion."

But would he be able to remove it once he donned it? He guessed not, and that he would be as traceable from that point on as Auslan had been before D'Shea cut his skin open to draw the magic out. The Valsharess could not leave everything to chance, much as She seemed to want to court his cooperation and his temptation over using force.

For now.

"Thank you, my queen."

"Rest well, wizard."

AUSLAN

"...Know why he is down here still?"

Auslan was already sitting up on his cot, having heard the conversation the moment the upper door leading down to solitary confinement had been opened. These Red Sisters did not have to speak aloud at all, he knew; they were doing it intentionally to frighten him.

"Who knows? You'd think he'd served his purpose. Best check on him."

His eyes swept the solid, smooth stone of his prison cell. Nowhere to go, no option to hide or to summon help. The former Consort gripped his cloak shut from the inside, unable to prevent huddling in it as a shiver went through him.

Their intent was working.

Auslan's mind flipped back and forth between greeting them first and acting confident, or staying silent until spoken to. He didn't have much time to decide. He ultimately did what he thought Shyntre would do, and stood up to face the bars prior to the shapes of the four Sisters coming into view on the other side. They did not bother with any light source; they could all see each other well enough though he was nowhere close to them.

His back was straight and his bow impeccable and graceful as he signed, *In Lolth's Favor* as a generic greeting with one hand extended from his cloak. He did not show any more of his body or change his expression. He focused on keeping his body's energy steady, which was difficult.

One of the Red Sisters was staring at him especially hard. She looked younger and astonished, though nothing else about her was memorable beyond her uniform.

"Fuck, he's beautiful..." she murmured.

An elder Sister snorted softly. "Indeed. You didn't come from Nobility, did you, Moria? Never saw a Consort before?"

The younger Sister scowled. "Not up close."

"Elder Rausery doesn't tend to use her for spying on Nobles because she doesn't have the background," another Sister explained to the elder without derision, just a statement of fact.

Moria shrugged and her eyes were quickly drawn to him again. "Does he speak?"

The elder, and clearly the most confident one, chuckled and nodded. "I'm sure he can even scream, if he's inspired to do so."

The fourth present was smiling slightly and darting glances at the others. None of them had addressed him directly and Auslan's stomach felt tight and nauseous over the short conversation, ready to eject his last few mouthfuls of the travel mix he had been subsisting on for the time he'd been jailed thus far—though he was uncertain of the exact time. A few cycles since Shyntre and Sirana had both left? A week? It likely hadn't been as long as it felt.

The elder doing most of the talking moved to the side, and Auslan knew that she was going to open his cell. They would come in.

What would he do? He could not physically resist even one Red Sister, much less four. He had no protection from his social standing anymore; the Valsharess and Priestesses believed him dead. Shyntre had recommended against using his high fertility as a verbal threat against being forced to couple—there were many other things they could do to him that did not carry that risk. So what else?

He was alone. Much as he had practiced in the past, this time he could not prevent his racing heart and quickened breath from being audible in the dark as the door opened. No doubt they could see his fear response whirling in energy waves over his skin; no doubt they could smell his scent as he perspired just a little bit in the cool air.

When Sirana had arrived to disrupt his solitude from House D'Verin two years ago, he'd been afraid of her and what she would do, but he had not been without recourse. He knew his value to others; it had given him courage even as she'd so roughly handled him. More importantly, he truly did not believe she would kill him. Her overbearing lust had even been...challenging. In hindsight, it had been thrilling.

Sirana had spoken to him, given him direct orders, told him how she'd have him, how much she wanted him... Sirana had looked in his eyes and saw him as something other than a Consort; she'd seen a desirable male able to act on his own. She hadn't known what he was at the time, but even later she still saw him as a live, thinking Drow. She had kissed him on multiple occasions without taking more.

Now Auslan was not so certain about his value to any female besides her, and he was for certain still a possession and a toy to these Red Sisters. Shyntre had told him in one of their recent conversations that Sirana was not a good mark by which to judge most of the other Red Sisters. She actually sought and enjoyed the company of males, the wizard had said, and even listened to their thoughts on occasion. It was not typical behavior.

The only two remaining to whom Auslan might appeal with reason were Sirana's allies, Jaunda and D'Shea. The others? By Shyntre's memory, the others were much more brutal and deaf to the cries of reluctant partners. The other two weren't here and had yet even to see him.

Should he just submit and hope to keep breathing? Would it come to that? What else would they want from him? How much would they hurt him? What about when Shyntre eventually found out, what would he tell him, could he even hold his head up...?

The stone shifted in and slid to the side in a soft grating sound that seemed especially loud to Auslan. Three of the Sisters entered and one remained just outside. The admittedly spacious holding cell seemed very small all of a sudden.

"Hurry up, Thena," said the Sister standing guard outside.

"In time, Panagan," the elder growled over her shoulder, then turned back to look at the prisoner. "Looks like his hair has been chopped off. That's a pity. I remember it being really long on the altar last worship ball, except without that blonde streak."

"You even know which one this is?" Moria asked, amazed.

"House Itlaun had him last." Thena rubbed her chin. "Before the Purge. I'm thinking D'Shea used it as a cover to keep him here."

The fourth Sister who had been silent nodded in agreement and finally spoke. "Yes, D'Shea took care of that House herself. It makes sense. And...this is also the one Sirana attacked during her initiation, isn't he?"

Thena nodded. "I think you're right, Suna. Interesting. What did they say about him at the trial?"

Suna shrugged and shook her head. "He was never mentioned in my hearing. I don't know his role in what happened between her and the Draegloth."

"Except he showed up a captive the same time they brought Sirana back alive." Thena smiled nastily at Auslan, who managed not to take a step back as she closed the distance, reaching forward to part his cloak in front.

He resisted, trying to keep it closed, but the Sister jerked the material hard and Auslan allowed it to slip from his grasp rather than rip it; he had no other clothes and it had been a token gesture of protest for him anyway. That they kept speaking aloud in front of him without acknowledging him did not bode well for the comfort of his body. He may consider retreating into his mind...although being unresponsive may only invite more abuse when he became aware again.

Still. It was better than ensnaring them with his magic, wasn't it? He couldn't fully participate in this; the consequences of doing so extended further than torn flesh or broken bones. Auslan was truly afraid to find out what might happen later if Red Sisters rather than the Nobles started fighting each other over him...

"Damn it, he's wearing a wrap," Moria said, her intense, copper eyes on him.

"Nice what we can see, though," Suna commented as Thena flipped to cloak atop his shoulders to offer a clearer view, her gloved fingers sliding down to caress his nipples before she stood back to stare at him with the others.

"I've never had a Consort before," the lead Sister murmured softly, her smile sending another trill of fear straight up his spine.

She said, "Take it off."

Auslan did not pretend that he did not know what she meant this first time she spoke to him directly. He loosened and let his cloak drop to the floor, nudging it underneath his cot with his foot so, hopefully, it would be out of the way where it wouldn't be soiled or damaged.

"All of it."

His hands went to his waist to release the hook-and-eye fastenings that kept his wrap snug; the material was warm and only made the air seem that much more chilled as he let it slide down his legs. He stepped out of his sandals at the same time and nudged those to the side as well.

"Shriveled as a dry 'shroom," Panagan commented from the door with a smirk. "I thought these Consorts sprang to attention at first glance."

"Bah. Never met a male that didn't need some encouragement first," Thena replied.

She reached to take firm hold of his bare shoulders and spin him around so that he was facing the wall and she could clasp him to the leather armor of her chest. Her muscular arms crossed in front of him and she dragged him around again to face the other Sisters, chuckling greedily. Her body heat was high, as was her musky scent; under other circumstances, he could have found it arousing, but not now.

"No," he spoke aloud, trying at least once to be completely honest. "Red Sisters, please, this is not a good idea. You may trigger magic I can neither control nor choose how it will affect you."

The Sisters perked up, both at the sound of his voice and the sure sign of reluctance. They were delighted with both, but ignored the warning. He couldn't be surprised; he only wished he knew how to be persuasive with Red Sisters besides Sirana. How could he convince he they wouldn't listen?

"He strips and flaunts in front of us, but waits only until you grab him to mention that?" Panagan said skeptically from the door.

"Yeah. He's lying. He just doesn't want his pretty body violated," Suna said, her face twisting at him. "Think you're too good for us? No one is."

Thena purred, "Moria? Care to prime his wand a bit?"

The youngest of them eagerly kneeled to take is flaccid member into her mouth; she certainly had a fair amount of practice and Auslan tensed further in Thena's grip, feeling himself respond unfortunately quick. Moria moaned around him as he swelled in her mouth, using her tongue and stroking her wet mouth over him.

He shook his head, grimacing. "No, please, do not..."

"Heads up, Moria," Thena said, then jerked him downward. He'd been unprepared and his knees buckled as Moria mouth slurped off him. "On all fours, whore. Show me that perfect ass."

It hurt when his knees contacted the bare stone; the dominant Sister had used more force than necessary and he was scraped and bruised. He put more weight on his hands to try to relieve some of the pain, but Moria lay down on her back on the stone, perpendicular to his groin, and dove in head first to reattach herself. She continued to suck him; a groan slipped from his mouth despite his terror of watching Suna in front of him.

Suna had loosened and pulled down her pants and was in the process of donning the magical phallus he had only heard about before now. He watched as she pushed the short, bulb end into her sex and whispered a magic word. He could feel the energy prick at his senses and real life energy flared up in the appendage when it was truly attached.

It looked very real, and she smiled in honest pleasure at having it there, stroking it affectionately. Unfortunately Moria's mouth created a surge of pleasure in tandem with the Red Sister in front of him and Auslan shuddered.

Suna wasted no time and kneeled in front of him, fisting the hair at his nape and holding her cock with her other hand. She nudged and rubbed the head of her phallus against his lips, and despite his reluctance and slow absorption of this new, unusual role, she soon forced the phallus into his mouth and touched the back of his throat with the tip.

"Don't you dare bite," she growled. "Moria will do the same, won't you, Sister?"

Moria hummed in agreement and kept sucking him, though she had slowed down so as not to bring him to climax too soon.

He felt a flare of resentment as he struggled to service the cock in his mouth, as she thrust roughly and tried to choke him intentionally. She was confusing him, forcing something that he'd done before only in secret, with gentleness and reverence, turning it into something...crass and profane.

He'd understood for decades the theory of how the Sisters turned the expected gender roles into chaos; no matter what the act was, no matter the social context, they could make it humiliating for their target and somehow they remained dominant when another would think the same act was below their station. He had long understood why the Nobles feared it.

Now he was experiencing it firsthand.

Auslan next felt Thena's bare hands running greedily over his back and haunches, squeezing his buttocks, then she ran one hand up his back to place a finger over the peeling scab on his shoulder blade. He flinched.

"Someone cut him. He's not perfect all the time, he can bleed."

"Uh...huh..." Suna managed in a choked voice as she kept thrusting her hips, violating his mouth with her magical phallus.

Thena's hands returned to squeezing his bottom and they fortunately did not discuss cutting his skin any further. Auslan wondered if that was to be an insult or blow to his pride? He focused only on their ignorance of what that cut actually meant as he waited for the inevitable. When it came, Thena complimented the apparent light usage of his pucker and swirled the pad of her digit in circles around it, adding to the overload of sensation he already felt with his cock in one Sister's mouth, and another's cock in his own.

He was no novice to anal play, some of his Mistresses had desired it now and then, but none deigned to ever wear a fake phallus for any reason. It would have demoted them to the servant in the act. Fingers, tongue, a dainty, rod-shaped toy perhaps to stimulate his nut gland...but not this, not like this.

"You must be near virginal for how tense you are, Consort. Here, I'll be nice," Thena said as she seemed to detach an item from her belt setting beside her on the floor. "I'll grease you up, sweet meat."

A cool, slick goop soon landed on his netherhole and her thumb pushed some of it inside as she worked the rest around the outside. Moria's mouth increased her tempo on his member and Suna smothered his protests as they used him. Thena lined up her phallus without ceremony and bore down, forcing him open and inexorably pushing deeper into his body. The girth of her cock caused his rectum to sting then start to burn, and the former Consort struggled more as three pairs of hands gripped him hard to keep him in place.

"Stop fighting, slut," Suna said over another of his muffled shrieks. "It's going to happen...no matter how you take it."

"Plenty tight anyway," Thena grunted as she leaned in. "Ahh...goddess, yes..."

The pressure inside increased as the Red Sister finally lunged in fully, but she then paused for a reason he couldn't fathom, having fully taken him but not thrusting as he expected. It was only when Moria sped up her pace with her mouth and Auslan felt the rapid rise of climax that he thought he understood; the pressure on his nut gland amplified the sensation well beyond what he knew with females. He was going to come in spite of the fact that he did not want it.

His breath sped up desperately through his nose as he tried to breathe around Suna's cock and he squealed once as Thena withdrew halfway and thrust back inside his overstretched netherhole. The intense sensation and unrelenting pressure on his gland pushed him over the edge. He shivered as he spurted into Moria's waiting mouth with a surge of glorious energy, feeling with deep humiliation the way his anus clutched and flexed around his rapist, pleasuring her as he loosed his seed between the lips of another.

The three Red Sisters cheered Moria's skills, called him lurid names, and Thena spanked his buttocks hard and began truly fucking him as she growled, "So the little Palace Whore likes it, does he?"

Moria pulled off him to swallow his fluid then went back to mouthing him and he squirmed, not wanting her to touch him anymore, it was too sensitive! He couldn't breathe well and the mounted, fully seated Sister was throwing him off balance as she rode him; he could barely hold himself up.

He had no control, he couldn't stop them, couldn't reason with them...he couldn't think beyond his fear and the way they used his body without acknowledging his existence. Truly a toy and nothing more, their use becoming rougher at both ends now that he'd had his climax.

How was it different with Sirana when she'd done the same to him, forced him and hurt him? Maybe only in that he'd recognized, had known intimately the magic that had been overwhelming her...he could forgive her, she hadn't been in full control of herself and she had even shown a desire for better restraint later on.