Path of Transcendence Omnibus II, page 94
Duncrik looks over the gunwale at the compound several thousand feet below. *Master, if you want to do it, now is the time. If the winds change again, we might have to move this heap of junk to hit the target.*
*Cut the towline. I'll set the sigil crystals.*
Slipping into the Shadow of the Od, I leap across the gap between the Night Raven and the bow of the Pan Long trireme. Using the Shadow of the Od to avoid the pull of gravity, I run along the hulls of the airships. At each of the holes, which I opened just above the ballasts in the ships, I prime one of the sigil crystals and stuff it into the ship.
It takes less than a minute to finish my work, and I leap back over to the Night Raven.
*Dacbold, put up the dimensional bubble.*
*Done.*
The sigil crystals detonate silently but in an erratic pattern. The pile of Pan Long airships lists to one side and starts spinning as it falls.
"My illusion is broken. The airships are out of my range." Elan stands next to me and looks over to the gunwale.
BOOM!
When the pile of airships hits the mansion, it explodes, and the fiery mushroom cloud rises more than a thousand feet into the sky. Debris, engulfed in green flames, scatters across the huge area and sets surrounding buildings on fire, as well. For anyone to have survived, it would require a miracle.
I frown. "Why did it explode?"
Duncrik shrugs. "The Power storage for the Mana-cannons probably shattered on impact. Each of those airships should have had three or four Power crystals about a claw in diameter."
"Set course for Tallifer."
"Aye, Master. Set full sails! Helm, bring us around three hundredths to port and steady as she goes!"
Air sailors in the rat lines race to carry out Duncrik's commands. A sea of black silk opens up from the Night Raven's spars, and even with the light winds within the dimensional bubble, she soars unseen across the sky.
Filled with a twisted mix of emotions that is dominated by hatred and anger, Elan stares at Aluras'bektsh'tar.
Elan has never spoken of it in detail, but when she was kidnapped by Aluras'bektsh'tar, she was gang raped by the Clan Vardne'tar guards on Aluras' orders. It was not the first time that Elan was raped, but it may have been the first time that she was betrayed and abused by someone she thought was an ally. For over two centuries, Elan and Aluras had been hunting for the people that killed their clan and Line of Provenance, but Elan did not know that Aluras had already learned that it was Elan's father that was instrument used in the destruction of Aluras' Line of Provenance. Being betrayed by the only person that did not treat her as a pariah may have been more of a blow to Elan than the rape.
With her lower back pressed against the mast, Aluras'bektsh'tar has her crossed arms on her knees and her head resting on her arms. She appears to be asleep, but she is actually awake and following every movement made by anyone above decks.
*What are you going to with her?*
Startled from her brooding by my question, Elan snaps her head around to look at me. *I will make her suffer pain and humiliation worse than what she inflicted on me. She wanted to break me to her will, so that I would beg to be her sex slave. I only want to break her.*
A whip appearing in her hand, Elan silently approaches Aluras'bektsh'tar.
Crack!
"AAAAAA!"
As Elan's whip opens a bloody laceration on her lower back, Aluras'bektsh'tar shrieks and sits up straight. Putting on a false front of strength, she glares at Elan. A mix of hate, anger, and contempt barely drowns out the fear threatening to overwhelm her.
Elan smiles. "Since you have such a love for gang rape, I will let you enjoy it firsthand."
Elan quickly weaves a spell and casts it on herself. As she speaks, her voice is clearly audible throughout the entire airship. "If anyone does not know, the DokkAlfar female chained to the mast is Aluras'bektsh'tar. She was once the Clan Mistress of Clan Vardne'tar. She wants to be repeatedly raped by as many males as she can accommodate at one time. When not occupied by your duties, all males aboard the Night Raven are free to use and abuse her as they will, but she must not be killed. I want her to enjoy her fetish for as long as possible."
As the fear completely overwhelms her, the blood drains from Aluras'bektsh'tar's face, and she looks like she could break down crying at any moment.
*Before I killed him, Canth said that she loved his cock.*
For a second, a hint of amusement appears in Elan's eyes, but it disappears as quickly as it came. *You did not tell me that you killed Canth.*
*I forgot about it. What happened after...* Memories of a cloud of blood and scraps of meat and bone fills my thoughts.
Elan stares at me for a moment. *Come to our cabin with me.*
When we reach the companionway, Elan links her arm with mine, and we walked to our cabin together.
Once inside the cabin, I stare at the bulkhead without really seeing it. Angelique is gone, and even though Elan and I are here, the cabin feels empty without her.
Elan casts wards to block sound and scrying.
Without saying anything, Elan strips off my armor and the gambeson and pants that I wear beneath it. Once I am naked, she casts another spell that cleans my body far more efficiently than a shower or bath.
"Come. Sit." Elan pats the bunk.
After I sit, Elan sits on my lap, wraps her legs around my waist, and rests her head on my shoulder. Her silent tears run down my chest. I just hold her and caress her back.
"You broke me. First, I cried for you. Now, I cry for that foolish girl. She was not afraid of me. She wanted to be my sister. I never thought there would be anyone but you that saw me as something other than a monster. I was so happy when she said that. I loved her. Two people. I found two people that I loved, and I have already lost one."
Elan pulls away and stares at my face. Smiling and crying at the same time, she touches my cheeks. "Tears. You can cry for her too. Did you lover her? Do you love me?"
For a time, I stare into Elan's eyes. "I don't feel love. I think that I've seen it in others, but I've never felt it. I know pain. I feel pain. Angelique's death hurts. There is a void inside of me that feels like it will never be filled."
Elan kisses me softly on the lips. "When I die, will you cry for me?"
I shake my head. "I don't want to see you die. I don't know if I can handle that much pain. I don't want to lead you to your death. Please, don't follow me. Stay in Gor'achen and Coalesce your Power. Live."
"Gor'achen is the hands of Pan Long."
"Thrall will take it back."
Elan puts her hands on the side of my head. "If he does not, where am I supposed to go? I am a Wytch that has been stripped of her Power channels. The only reason the Atran'ler Empire has not sent assassins to kill me is the Smith God. Without Gor'achen and his protection, where am I supposed to go? My only place is at your side or following behind your back. Until I die, I will stay with you. You are my only love."
"I thought you just said you loved Angelique."
Elan frowns. "That is different. I loved her in a different way. I never wanted her inside my pussy."
"So, you just love me for my big dick."
"Shut up and fuck me!" Elan gives me a dirty look. Grabbing my already hard dick, she shifts her position and slips it into her tight wet pussy.
Elan grins at me. "So big. Human cocks are so much better than those puny things Alfar males have between their legs. Bestiality is still the best sex."
I snort. "Calling me an animal, again. Are you trying to piss me off?"
Elan laughs. "You heard that ancient monster that you serve. The True Dragons took humans and improved them to make Alfar."
"Then, why is my dick superior?"
Elan frowns. "Shut up and fuck me. Fuck me until I forget everything that happened."
* * * * *
When I open my eyes, Elan is lying on my chest and staring at my face. "I cannot imagine what you would look like without your scars. We are alike. Pain shaped us. It defines who we are. I have many scars left behind by my pain, but they are all inside me."
Looking away, Elan rests her head on my chest. "Being raised to be a Wytch means being raped and tortured time and time again. Any female child that does not lose her fear of both is destroyed. In the end, you die, or you find a way to deal with pain. I embraced my pain and twisted myself into something that longs for pain. Being tortured or being raped arouses me. When you hurt me, it makes the fucking better. The more you hurt me, while you fuck me, the better I like it.
"When Aluras had her dogs gang rape me, I orgasmed time after time. Without understanding why, I hated myself. It was not the first time or the hundredth that I orgasmed while being raped, but it was different. I already belonged to you, but I could not face it. Subconsciously, I felt that I had betrayed you.
"I killed Clan Vardne'tar the way I did because I hated myself. Without understanding why, I wanted them to suffer. I want Aluras to suffer. I want Aluras to hate herself. There are several guards and gladiators that suffered brutally at the hands of the High Clans, and they should relish the chance make Aluras pay for their suffering. She is a not a Wytch. Being gang raped and beaten should break her. If it does not make her hate herself, I will find a better way."
Elan stops talking, but she does not look at me. As her finger traces some of the scars that I have accumulated since coming to the Battleground of the Damned in my real body, the only thing I feel from her is a soft sense of serenity.
"I am going to torture Stegnar'shen'fal. When he engraved the Power channels into me, he raped and tortured me every day. For three months, he used me. He made me orgasm hundreds of times for him, and I am going to make him wish he was dead but not let him die."
Elan raises her head and looks into my eyes. "Will you accompany me and watch over me?"
I nod my head. "Yes."
Elan smiles, but there is an emptiness in her eyes. "Come."
Rising to her feet, Elan walks out of the cabin, still naked, and I follow her.
We do not encounter anyone on our way to the brig. At the moment, Stegnar'shen'fal is the only occupant.
When Elan opens the door to Stegnar'shen'fal's cell, he sneers. "A whore and an ape. The Earthly God will come. With me here, you can never escape."
Even though Stegnar'shen'fal has to be a Coalescent, there is no sign of it in his pattern, and with a slave collar on his neck suppressing his Power, I cannot see its nature. Even so, he appears to only be a Unary. I see the signs that he is a Medium, but that part of his pattern looks ragged. I would swear that his connection to his god has been broken.
Despite the slave collar suppressing his Power, I cannot glean anything from Stegnar'shen'fal's Mind or Soul. His Psi shields are of a level that I have never encountered in a non-Transcendent. Other than him, Canth's were the strongest I have seen, but Canth was a true Binary.
*He is not weak. I cannot determine what his actual level of Power is.*
Elan does not show any reaction to my comment. *Two hundred years ago, he was on the Third Path of Transcendence. I do not know if he ever advanced.*
Elan smiles. "I have become an expert on torture. In my eyes, your crude, brute force abuse no longer qualifies as torture. What I will do to you should broaden your horizons."
"Fuck you!"
"No, thank you. I prefer a real cock, like the one on my man. Look at that club between his legs. Does that pathetic little thing between your legs compare?" As she wiggles her pinkie in the air, Elan's smile never wavers.
I would call myself as average, but even for an Alfar, Stegnar'shen'fal looks a bit lacking. From the glare he gives me, he seems to know it and have some issues about it, too. It appears deprecating a male's dick size works just as well on an Alfar as it does on an Earth pseudo-male.
Pieces of blood encrusted iron appear in Elan's hands, only to be dropped to the ground. She looks at me with a sweet smile. "Help me assemble this in his cell."
Once put together, the pieces of iron turn out to be an adjustable frame with multiple rings. It is quite an effective setup to suspend a victim while torturing them.
After Stegnar'shen'fal is hung up in a spreadeagled fashion, Elan slices fifteen fingernail sized pieces of skin off on his head and face. Taking out a wooden box, Elan pulls out a needle that resembles an acupuncture needle and shows it to Stegnar'shen'fal. The needle has an odd sheen of Power to it, and from the way his face pales and his little dick shrivels up, he knows what it is.
Tiling her head slightly to the side, Elan smiles beneficently. "Even though it is a secret of we Wytches, I see you recognize a Don Needle. You should understand that this will connect your Body, Mind, and Soul. A pain experienced by one will be magnified and felt by all. When my Mistress used these on me during my apprenticeship, I orgasmed so hard. I could not control myself and pissed all over myself. Do you think a little dick like yourself can scream loud enough to get my pussy wet?"
"Fuck you! Go die!" Stegnar'shen'fal's composure cracks, and his voice comes out as a terrified hiss.
"Did I not tell you, I have no interest in miniature cocks? Do not worry, before I am done, I will relieve you of the burden of that undersized set of cock and balls."
As Elan gently works the needles into the patches of exposed flesh on his head, Stegnar'shen'fal sweats and whimpers.
Elan's mockingly laughs. "From your reaction, one would think these tiny pricks were already emasculating you. What will you do when I really cut it off?"
*Is the pain from having those needles inserted really that intense?*
*It should be no worse than having an open flame held to your forearm. He is too weak.*
"After I skin you, I will set a total of two hundred and forty three needles in your flesh." Elan takes out a razor sharp knife and makes careful incisions around Stegnar'shen'fal's limbs and across his body.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
As Elan skins Stegnar'shen'fal alive and inserts more needles into his raw flesh, his screams are only broken by his gaps of new lungfuls of air. With every section skin she removes, Elan ties spells to the new needles that prevent Stegnar'shen'fal's flesh from bleeding.
The more Elan hurts Stegnar'shen'fal, the more aroused she becomes. I never imagined watching Elan torture someone would be so erotic. Just watching her makes my dick stand up like an iron spear. Time and again, she pauses in her torture, so that we can fuck like wild animals.
When she is done with Stegnar'shen'fal, she closes the door of his cell, and we fuck until we are both spent.
"If you're a monster, I'm one too, and thankful that I am. If I were just an Earth sheep, I would never have met you."
"You are my love. My only love. While I live, I refuse to part from you." Elan clings to me and silently cries.
Going Postal
*** Tallifer – Battleground of the Damned ***
Return: Day 368
(Thorrin)
*Master, we have arrived outside Tallifer.*
Duncrik's announcement in our raid channel wakes me up. My head still feels like it is packed with cotton, but anger clears up my confusion.
Every time I hear these people call Brand "Master" it pisses me off. At least, it is not so bad when the DokkAlfar do it. They are a race of sick bastards that only know how dominate or submit. The humans from that gladiatorial stable doing it is much worse. Free men should not be calling other men "Master" the way that slaves do. Just the existence of slavery is bad enough, but nominal free men acting like they are slaves is an even worse abomination.
At least, I do not have to see Angelique running around acting like Brand's personal property. I will never understand how a girl raised on Earth could willingly allow herself to be treated as nothing more than a sex slave. As sad as it might be, death was at least a release from a slavery she probably could not even have recognized for Angelique. If she lived, she might never have escaped from Brand's clutches.
*I'll be up in a little while.* Brand's tone is flat and emotionless. He seems to only have two modes, now: dead and raging. He might not admit it, even to himself, but killing off the Earth changed him and not for the better.
After the shrieks of the damned coming from the ship's brig ended near dawn, I was able to fall asleep, but I did not sleep peacefully. Nightmares kept waking me. I really need more sleep, but I need to know why we are back at Tallifer. If they received word of what happened at Nivalliant, we will be at the top of the Most Wanted List, and since they have their ward dome up, Brand cannot get to the Postmen.
As I reach the main deck, the first thing that greets my eyes is Dacbold leaning against the gunwale and watching a pair of gladiators beat the DokkAlfar female while raping her. The setting sun casts the disgusting scene in a sanguine glow, enhancing the brutality of the DokkAlfar's treatment.
With an indifferent expression, Dacbold glances at me, and my temper flares. I barely manage to keep from unleashing a tirade on him.
*You haven't had enough of this sick show yet?* I make my caustic comment through a whisper channel, so that Brand's loyal attack dogs don't hear me.
Dacbold stares at me with blatant contempt. *We've both seen worse and not lifted a finger to stop it. Did you ever make any real effort to stop Brand from torturing Menton or try to stop any of his massacres that swept through the bystanders and innocents along with the combatants? While we thought there was a way back to Earth it was anything goes, but now, Brand wiped out the Earth and everything is bad? Why are you getting all holier than thou, now?*
Every time Dacbold says anything about Brand, I feel like I am being stabbed in the back, but I do not have a decent answer for him. Other than chiding him a bit for being excessive, I never once got in Brand's way during the Great Fuck Over. Ignoring what he did to Menton and more than few of the Thuggies, he committed atrocities against the peoples of the Lands of Despair, on the level of Menton himself, too many times to count. I just turned a blind eye to them. Whatever furthered the cause of returning to Earth was okay. I placed the welfare of the Damned above the welfare of anyone else. We were Earth-born men and women.
