In Mind and Body Ch. 02

We rode to the Hall of Judges in an open carriage. I wanted people to see. I was dressed in my finest, most imposing robes. She was naked, naturally. I made her sit in my lap so she could feel my half-hard cock pressed against her, and to give the locals a better view of her bouncing tits.

"Did you think you were the hero in this tale, little mage?" I asked her as we rode. "Did you think you would escape and get the girl?" I sent a spasm of pleasure through her. She gasped, her grip tightening on my shoulder. I grinned, then sent an even stronger throb of pain through her, making her moan and curl in on herself. I laughed.

"Sit up straight, you silly whore," I said. She obeyed, panting. "I am not the man I was when we first met, you know." I growled. "I was strong even then, but I was a fool. I underestimated you. When you ran off with Sarnai I lost everything. But I rebuilt myself from the rubble of my life, stronger, wiser, and more cruel. I dedicated myself to the study of mage control, and pursued it tirelessly. The result of that labor is the collar you wear around your neck. It is revolutionary, the first of its kind. I have been waiting for you to finally put it to use. And now that I have a model to help advertise, I plan to begin selling them."

I watched the realization that she would be used to demonstrate the capabilities of this technology to potential buyers dawn on her, and laughed at the horror in her eyes. We were riding through a particularly crowded part of the city now, and I was getting bored, so I decided to make her put on a show. With my mind I forced her to spread her legs and stimulate her clit with one hand, while fondling her breasts provocatively with the other. She let out a pitiful whimper that quickly turned into an animalistic groan as I sent pleasure flooding through her senses.

"Stop masturbating, you degenerate!" I scolded loudly, pretending just to have noticed. Onlookers laughed and pointed. Come on, slave. Show them what it looks like when you come. On that last word, I sent a massive jolt of orgasmic pleasure through her, making her twitch and writhe and moan on my lap like a wild thing.

"Calm down, lady!" a man shouted. My slave let out a small humiliated moan, sagging against me, completely limp. I rolled my eyes in exaggerated exasperation and motioned to the man that she was crazy. He laughed. I shoved her roughly to the floor of the carriage and told her to sleep there for the rest of the ride.

We were nearing our destination now. This was a high profile trial. When my slave and Sarnai ran away together, it had been the talk of the city. Their recapture—and my redemption—would be big news, too. A crowd had gathered at the House of Arbitration by the time we arrived. I kicked the bitch awake and then exited the carriage, pulling her out after me by the leash.

Truthfully I had not anticipated it, but the abuse she suffered at the crowd's hands delighted me. It is not often that normal people have such an immediate opportunity to take out their anger on mages. When presented with that opportunity, they take it. As we walked through the crowd, people parted politely for me, but turned on her with abject hate in their eyes as soon as I passed. They stuck out their feet to trip her, slapped her ass, pinched her tits, shoved her, spit at her, and hurled insults at her the whole way. One man even took out his cock, dragged her to her knees, stuck it in her mouth, and started fucking her face. I let him get in a few good thrusts, then I stepped forward with a commanding rebuke, and he fell back. I felt her relief at this, so I thought to her,

I could have stopped him before he got it in you at all, you know. I just wanted to see your face when you realized what was happening. The only reason I didn't let him finish is that we have somewhere important to be. It doesn't matter one bit to me if the occasional street brute rapes your mouth.

The look of horror on her face was stunning. It made me want to dominate her completely, to crush her, to take absolutely everything from her. My cock throbbed. On a whim I extinguished her senses of sight and sound, and stepped toward the building purposefully, pulling her roughly behind me by the leash. I heard her stumble. Keep up, bitch, I thought into her head, sending a warning shock of pain through her nervous system. She yelped and scrambled to keep pace. I smiled to myself.

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Kneel.

My knees hit the ground, and suddenly my sight and hearing came rushing back, now amplified. The sudden sensory input was too intense. It hurt. What little light there was in this room burned as though I were looking into the sun, and even the quiet clink of my chain as my master twitched it was deafening. I instinctively moved to close my eyes and cover my ears, but I found my body was held firmly in position, kneeling quietly with my head bowed, like a good slave. I could not move. I whimpered quietly in spite of myself. I couldn't help it. I heard my master chuckle in my head.

Through the pain, it occurred to me that I must be kneeling in front of the Arbiters. At this thought, my pulse raced and my breath quickened. My hands, tied behind my back, were beginning to fall asleep, but I could feel sweat dampen my palms. There was an air of expectancy in the room. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

A door opened and closed, and the sound was an unbearable cacophony in my mind. I flinched away from it, then inhaled sharply in surprise. I had been able to flinch. I had moved my own body. Suddenly I found my senses dimming mercifully back to their normal range. Someone was walking toward me. I looked up, of my own volition. A fresh-faced young man in a smart purple uniform stood in front of me, holding a small cup of something. He held it out to me.

"Drink," commanded a deep voice coming from behind the young man. My eyes sought the source of that voice, and a heavy stone dropped into my stomach as I beheld the nine Arbiters of Troth, arrayed behind the young man. They towered on raised platforms in a semi-circle before me, their bodies and faces shrouded under robes and veils of a purple so dark it was almost black. A frightening power radiated from them. My master stood behind me, holding my leash. I could feel that he had given me back a surprising amount of autonomy, although of course magic would still be out of my reach. Not that I would have dared to attempt it before the Arbiters anyway.

"Why?" I asked, looking at the cup in front of me. I was still trapped, still helpless, but at least I could question. "What is it going to do?"

"It will force you to be completely honest, you insolent little cunt." The voice was coming from the Supreme Arbiter, who stood in the middle of the row of Arbiters, holding an ornate golden staff that was taller than he was. "How dare you respond to a direct order with anything but immediate compliance? Drink it, now."

I looked at the floor, my heart pounding in my ears. "No."

The Arbiter growled impatiently. "Ser Tenebris, if you would."

"Certainly, your Excellency," my master responded. I felt my leash swing loosely between us as he bowed to the Supreme Arbiter. "Would you permit me briefly to punish her insolence first?"

"Please."

I felt some of his control rush back into me, like poison running through my veins. It disgusted me. He stayed where he was behind me, not speaking or moving, and suddenly pain like nothing I had ever experienced erupted inside me, lighting up every nerve in my body. I screamed, my voice echoing through the chamber, and collapsed onto the courtroom floor. The agony continued, and I twitched and writhed on the ground, drooling from my senselessly screaming mouth. I did not know how I could go on. The pain was too much. I wanted to die.

You will never embarrass me like that again, you worthless cunt. My master's voice rang through my head.

The pain receded, and I lay trembling on the floor at my master's feet. I coughed. My throat was raw from screaming. I felt weak and sick. I heard my master step toward me, and gasped as he wrenched me back up to my knees by the hair. He roughly unclasped the leash from my collar, then returned to his position.

Crawl to the man with the cup, he commanded.

I obeyed as quickly as I could. My legs shaking beneath me, my arms still tied behind my back, I scrambled pathetically on my knees over to the young man who had offered me the cup of truth serum before, my tits bouncing indecently the whole way.

Beg him to let you drink.

I pressed myself against the man's leg, rubbing my cheek ingratiatingly against him and staring up at him with desperate, humiliated eyes. Up close I could tell his cock was half hard. He had enjoyed watching me suffer.

"Please, sir," I found myself grovelling. "Please let this unworthy slave drink from your cup, please, I'll do anything."

The young man, whose face was flushed, glanced at the Supreme Arbiter, who inclined his head. He held the cup out to me again. I pressed my lips to it gratefully this time and tilted my head back, allowing this stranger to drug me. A warm, empty feeling washed through my mind and body.

Above me, I was dimly aware that the Supreme Arbiter was addressing my master.

"You know, Zayne, I didn't really put much stock in all the things you've been saying about these new mage collars of yours, but after watching this little display, I must say I'm impressed. I've never seen anything like it."

I saw my master smile out of the corner of my eye. "I am gratified to hear that, your Excellency," he said, bowing deeply.

Get back here.

I hastened to obey, my knees aching painfully. He clipped the leash back onto the ring on my collar and gestured to the spot where I had previously been kneeling. I resumed the position I had been in then, kneeling submissively with my head bowed. I felt much of my master's control drain back out of me, but the feelings of lightheadedness and unreality that the truth serum had evoked made it difficult to be particularly relieved.

"We have heard Ser Tenebris' account of your crimes, mage, and frankly I am inclined to believe them. All that remains is your verification. So tell me. Did Ser Tenebris purchase you at auction when you were 18?

"Yes, sir." It came out automatically, without inflection. I had no time even to consider. The truth simply fell out of my mouth.

"And how long were you with him after that?"

"Three years, sir."

"Did you seduce his wife, Sarnai Tenebris?"

"No, sir," I responded honestly. "She seduced me."

An awkward silence filled the courtroom. I could feel a cold, unspoken rage emanating from my master.

"But you did have sexual relations with her?"

"Yes, sir."

"Without your master's knowledge or permission?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you break out of the collar that bound you to your master?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you and Sarnai Tenebris run away together?"

"Yes, sir."

"How long did you live as fugitives?"

"Five years, sir."

"Did you continue to have sexual relations with her over those five years?"

"Yes, sir.

"How many times?"

I paused, flustered. "I don't know, sir. Hundreds."

"You are a sexual deviant, then, yes? You feel sexual attraction toward other females?"

"Yes, sir." I clenched my fists behind me.

"I think we've heard enough," said the Supreme Arbiter, sounding disgusted. "Ser Tenebris, do you have anything to add before we begin our deliberations?"

"Yes, sir, if I may," my master replied. The Supreme Arbiter motioned for him to continue. "I understand that in cases such as these, your Excellencies would typically execute a mage who has proven herself to be as dangerous and demented as this one. I would like to request that you make an exception in this case.

"I have had my spies in the mage underground, and this bitch is a hero to those people. If we simply execute her, we will make a martyr of her. There will be more escape attempts, even public violence in her name. We will only galvanize the enemy.

"The collar this slave wears represents a leap forward in mage control technology that will strike fear into the hearts of mages across the nation. I plan to make an example of her. I will show her off to everyone--Redeemers, slaves, civilians, the whole nation. You said yourself, Supreme Arbiter, that you didn't believe my claims until you saw the proof with your own eyes. When they see how completely I dominate this slut, every Redeemer will want one of my collars, every slave will fear the day they are forced into one, and every mage in the underground will despair."

The Arbiters stood in silence for a moment. "Very well. We have heard your testimonies," said the Supreme Arbiter. "We will now deliberate." With that, all nine of them left through a side door, leaving me, my master, and the cup-bearing young man alone in the chamber. With an uncomfortable cough, the young man turned to leave behind them.

"Wait," said my master. The man paused and turned back to him. "You're an inductee, yes? A future Redeemer?"

"Yes, sir," said the young man, making a small bow.

"Did it turn you on when I hurt my slave?"

A wicked smile spread across the man's face. I was surprised not to see even a shred of embarrassment there.

"Yes, sir," he answered honestly.

"Would you like to see me do that again?"

His smile growing even wider, the man nodded vigorously. I felt a cold dread spreading through my body, threatening to turn to panic.

"How about you, slave? Would you like that?"

"No!" I blurted frantically, the truth serum still coursing through my system. "No, Master, please I'm begging you, not again, I can't take it--"

"Oh, shut up, bitch." I shut up, and they both laughed.

"To be honest, I rather enjoyed it too," my master told him. "In fact, I'd like to do it again. We have some time to kill while they deliberate, after all, and who knows, the Arbiters may just decide to execute my slave after all, and I won't be able to play with her anymore." He frowned slightly. "The problem, however, is all that noise she made. Do you remember? Terribly bothersome. I wouldn't want her pathetic moaning to disturb the Arbiters. I would command her to be silent, but to be honest I'm not sure she's physically able to hold back under those circumstances. The pain is very intense. Isn't it, pet?" He stroked my hair. I whimpered softly.

"I said, isn't it?" he repeated, tugging my hair painfully.

"Yes, sir," I answered, my voice shaking.

"So what I was thinking," my master continued, "is that you could bury that youthful cock of yours down her throat first, so there'd be something to dampen the noise when she screams. We tried something similar earlier with great success, didn't we, slut?"

"Yes, master." My face burned with shame.

"So how does that sound?" my master asked, looking at the eager young man. "Are you interested?"

"Yes, sir! Absolutely, sir!" he nodded his head vigorously, and my master chuckled.

"It's a deal then!"

Just then we were interrupted by the return of the Arbiters, who had apparently not needed long to decide my fate. The inductee looked crestfallen, but stepped back to where he had stood during the trial. He crossed his hands in front of himelf to try to hind it, but I could tell his cock was already fully erect just thinking about raping my face while I suffered.

"We have decided to permit you to keep your slave," said the Supreme Arbiter. "You are free to go." He brought his staff down on the floor once with a loud bang.

My master bowed deeply to the Arbiters. Then he turned to me, tugging at my leash and commanding me to stand.

"Oh, and Zayne?" said the Supreme Arbiter. My master turned back to look at him.

"If she escapes your control again..."

"I know," my master said quickly. "She won't."

Before we left, he motioned for the young inductee to come back over. "What's your name, young man?"

"Skender, sir. Trion Skender."

My master pulled a magenta slip of paper with fancy script on it out of his pocket and handed it to Skender.

"Sorry to get your hopes up, Skender. I'll make it up to you. Show up whenever you want with that slip and I'll give you an hour alone with her." He clapped the young man on the shoulder and turned to leave, pulling me after him.