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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: The Overlords' Gambit
Universe: Narlass Chronicles
Summary: Amanda is again pulled into events that grow beyond what she
ever imagined as the Overlords plot against the Emperor, for the
changes in Oceanus will bring changes for herself as well.

Part: 28 of 36
Keywords: MF, Mf, Ff, ff, Mdom, Fdom, toys, bd, rom, magic, oral,
rough, spank

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2007

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/The treaty had been intended from the start as a gesture of peace from
the Monarchists to the rival Republicans. Despite the fact that the
Monarchists had already earned general support from the people under
their rule (thus, in effect, were not obligated to offer the opposition
anything), it was felt that this would be a further sign of
reconciliation./

/Admittedly, the treaty did not leave much room for Republican
ideology. The Monarchists felt then, as most scholars do today, that
the ideas of Republicanism were far too radical to be considered, and
too impractical to implement. This was explained to them time and time
again, and borne out quite clearly in the way the two sides governed
their loyalists./

/It was believed that the Republicans had come to an understanding when
they put forth a representative to sign the treaty. Yet it was only two
moons later when it was discovered that the Republicans had not stood
down their navy as stipulated in the Charter. In retrospect, the
Monarchists could have done more to press the issue. But the
Republicans had not been seen as a serious military threat, as they had
little in the way of an army. While their navy was formidable, a war
would seriously impair their own trade as well as that of the
Monarchists./

/Thus at this point in history, Oceanus existed in name only, on
parchment, rather than in reality./

/More frustrating to the Monarchists was the Republican navy's habit of
provoking a potential confrontation and then withdrawing when
reinforcements arrived. Another moon later, the Monarchists decided to
finally confront the issue. They reorganized their navy into three
fleets. Two were sent out to confront the Republican navy while the
third maintained a defensive stance along the mainland coast./

/Apparently, this had been what the Republicans were waiting for./

/One fleet was engaged suddenly when it was sufficiently far from
Monarchist ports to prevent adequate reinforcement. The Republicans had
more firepower than had been estimated. The first fleet was routed. The
second fleet, alerted to the danger by Farview, fared better when it
was eventually attacked. It fought the Republicans to a bloody
stalemate, forcing both sides to withdraw./

/Yet this had been only one part of a two-phase attack. A contingent of
Republican ships punched a hole in the third fleet's defensive line and
assaulted Port Keyas. To the Monarchist's surprise, the Republicans
landed an army and captured the port. This cut off one end of a very
critical trade route with the southern continent and threatened the
southern flank of the Monarchists' territories. It would give the
Republican navy free rein in the southern sea./

/Thus the Founding War had begun, and for the moment, the Monarchists
were in a bad position .../



"Um ... Amanda?"

Amanda blinked and looked up from the scroll. She straightened up on
the bench upon which she had been seated, wincing a bit at the crick
that had developed in her neck and the soreness across her shoulders.

"Huh? I mean, yes, Master Warlos?"

Amanda could almost forget she was a slave while she was squirreled
away in one of the reading rooms that lined the other wing of the
library. Only the breeze that wafted in through the wide window blowing
on her naked skin reminded her of her status.

Warlos stepped more fully into the room, clutching a leather-bound book
to his chest. "I am sorry to interrupt you, but your Master, Lord
Duric, sent a servant to fetch you."

Amanda's eyes widened and she glanced towards the window. Sunset glowed
with a dusky, ruddy light, the scrolls on the table casting long
shadows. She felt her heart lurch. It had reminded her of home. She
used to lose herself in books all the time, when things were better
with her father.

She took a deep breath and let it go as she stood. No, it was not her
home. It was her previous home. She could not call that place home any
longer. Or think about her father too much.

Amanda pushed her thoughts aside before they could become painful.

"I'll come along, then," Amanda said. "I should have left before the
sun grew this low."

"I do hope you do not get punished for this," said Warlos.

The concern in his voice sounded genuine. It made Amanda smile
slightly. She had grown to like this older gentleman. The harsher that
Rallas treated her each night, the nicer Warlos seemed to act, as if he
were trying to make up for Rallas' behavior.

"Thank you, Master Warlos. I'll be fine."

"Will you be returning to see Rallas again tonight?"

Amanda could not tell if his voice was meant to be hopeful or
regretful. She had noticed that he seemed to be around more often in
the late hours on nights that Amanda had to "entertain" Rallas.

"Most likely, yes," Amanda said softly. "I am to go to him each night
until I finish my research."

Warlos smiled. "You are quite the voracious reader. I'm quite
pleasantly surprised. Oh, ah, not that I thought you were
intellectually inferior."

Amanda did smile fully this time. "I understand what you mean, Master.
I thank you for retrieving more scrolls for me than Master Rallas had
allowed me initially."

"Oh, well ... if you're going to research something, you're going to
have to do it right, I always say. It just means it will take you a
little longer."

Warlos did not sound at all disappointed at this prospect. Amanda,
however, felt torn.

She wanted to get her research over and done with to get out from under
Rallas' thumb. But she was learning so much! She had quickly discovered
that simply diving into scrolls about the battle itself was not enough.
She had to know about the war that led up to it. This in turn meant she
had to know about the causes of the war. This in turn meant she had to
understand the rise of the Republican movement.

Nothing in history exists in isolation. This was something Amanda had
learned from a history teacher she had really liked a few years back.
After several days of reading, only now was she getting to the start of
the war that led to the battle.

She also hoped that it would help her understand better what was
happening now.

"I hope I will have all that I need now to finish my research, Master,"
said Amanda.

Warlos chuckled. "I feel so foolish around you, Amanda."

Amanda gave him a puzzled look.

"I just love hearing you call me that. Master, that is."

Amanda was about to tell him that it was simply a title of respect, but
she stopped herself and let him have the illusion that it meant more.

"Well, um ... I better not be keeping you, or I shall have to take your
punishment for you with Lord Duric."

Amanda found this to be an amusing image. She needed something to make
her feel better. The prospect of seeing Rallas again after dark was
already hanging over her like a pall.

Rallas did not hurt her, save for the discomfort she felt with ropes
tied around her so tightly that muscles were stretched or compressed
unnaturally for hours at a time. What distressed her was how utterly
joyless her sexual encounters were with him. He could make her cum four
or five times, but she felt little more than the physical sensations.
Even her own dampness was a simple trained response to his
stimulations.

She didn't think she was asking for too much to be allowed to get
something out of her encounters.

Worst of all, it was leaving her no time to Farview. She had not called
Sirinna in days, and she had to ignore one from Jollis the night
before.

Amanda started out of the chamber. Just as she passed Warlos, the man
made a hasty side-step and stopped her.

"Yes, Master?"

A smile flickered across his face again. "Amanda, do you think ... well
... I understand that Duric is, um, generous with his slaves. To his
staff, that is. Do you think he might see his way clear to allowing you
to ... ah ..."

At this point, Warlos looked thoroughly embarrassed and could not
continue.

"You wish me to service you, Master Warlos?"

"If the idea of doing that with an old man is not too disturbing to you
..."

Amanda was rather touched by the fact that this man actually cared
about how she felt. In truth, Warlos did not look that old to her, or
he had simply aged well. "I will mention it to Master Duric." After a
pause she added. "I would not mind."

Warlos looked rather happy at this at first, but it quickly faded. With
a sigh, he said, "It has been so long ... Frankly, I'm not even sure I
can do it anymore ..."

"I can simply be a companion for you for the evening, Master, if you
wish. We do not have to have sex if you do not wish it."

Warlos actually blushed when the word was mentioned. Amanda found this
to be more endearing than amusing. "Um ... yes ... please, then,
mention it to your Lord. Your Master, I mean. Good day to you, Amanda."

"I will. And good day to you, Master Warlos."

Amanda smiled. It was the first time anyone had given her the
traditional Narlassi greeting of respect since she had become a slave.



Jollis allowed himself a small sigh of frustration as he placed the
Farview pearl upon the floor of his quarters and issued the summons. He
had not wanted to make this communication, but now his cohorts had
informed him that the Overlord had given them an ultimatum. This would
not do. He must toe the line as Jollis willed it. Everything was
holding together, but wrapped with a delicate string. Jostle things too
much and the string would break.

The image of Overlord Gronnus shimmered into view. "About time you
deigned to call upon me!" the Overlord said sourly.

"Spare me your histrionics, Overlord," declared Jollis.

"I will spare nothing! Your men have done nothing but take, take, take!
Now they are demanding slaves two and three at at time! I will have
nothing left at this rate!"

"And spare me your useless hyperbole as well. I know perfectly well how
many slaves you have in your Manor, Overlord. You can weather it."

"Then perhaps I simply do not with to deal with you unless I get a fair
exchange in return. You have given me nothing in the way of new
information for almost a quarter moon!"

Jollis paused to collect his thoughts. He had been avoiding giving out
any more information to Gronnus after understanding how the Emperor was
viewing it. Jollis was rather surprised that Z'haas had not already
signed an order of execution for Gronnus. It would raise little ruckus
with the other Overlords, or even Roquan.

Jollis had been caught in a bind. He could not give Gronnus more of the
truth, for the Emperor would continue to see it as a lie. He could not
tell Gronnus a lie, for the Emperor would interpret that as further
treachery. Withholding information was actually preserving the
Overlord's life at the moment, such that it was.

"I have no more to give you now, but this will be rectified in the near
future," said Jollis.

"Then that better come quite soon, if you wish to receive any more
slaves from me."

"No, Overlord. You do not hold the cards in this deal. You must be made
to realize this. I will continue to dictate the terms of the deal."

Gronnus glowered at Jollis and folded his arms. "You are hardly in a
position to do so. I have something you want. If I do not give it to
you ..."

"Then it will be taken from you."

Gronnus trailed off. He stared at Jollis with a mixture of
incomprehension and fear.

"I cannot afford to pander to your blackmail. If you do not comply, you
will be taken out of the way. I will then purchase your slaves at the
auction that will follow the dissolution of your Manor."

"What?? You ... y-you can't be serious!" Gronnus sputtered, wide-eyed.

"Deadly serious, Overlord."

"You're ... y-you're openly threatening me with /assassination?!/"

Jollis shook his head slowly. "Not a threat, your Lordship. A promise."

Even the shimmering image of the Farview was able to convey the pale
look that came over Gronnus' face. He swallowed hard and thrust an arm
forward, pointing a shaking finger at Jollis. "I will have the other
Overlords come down on you for this! I'll contact Roquan and tell him
what you have said! See how long he wants a would-be assassin as a
Tradesman!"

Jollis found this so amusing that he had to chuckle. "My dear Overlord,
do you seriously believe that the likes of Roquan will come to your
aid, or that he will believe you in the first place? After what you
caused to happen at the Conclave? After what happened to Amanda?"

Gronnus slowly lowered his arm. He gave Jollis a fearful look. He
looked as if he wanted to say something, but the words were not coming
to him. Or he was simply too afraid to say them.

"Continue to deal with my cohorts, Overlord," Jollis said calmly. "I
assure you, the rewards for you will be great if you continue to
cooperate. I do not forget those that assist me. I can be very
generous. I have resources that you cannot even begin to comprehend."

Gronnus paused a long moment. "What kind of resources?" he asked
warily.

"Contacts. Goods. Platinum. Prestige."

Gronnus eyebrows shot up at the last.

Jollis slowly smiled. "Ah, is that what you are after? You wish to
reclaim your former influence?"

Gronnus frowned. "That is impossible. Not as long as Roquan is an
Overlord."

Jollis considered for a moment. "Influence can be a fleeting thing,
Overlord. Great changes are about to befall Oceanus. Things will never
be as they were. But there will be new opportunities. New forms of
influence and power. You cannot reclaim what you lost, Overlord, but
perhaps that will not matter in what is to come."

"Are the rumors true, then? That Oceanus is headed towards civil war?"

"I know as much as you do on that score, Overlord. But I know how to
find opportunity. And I can share my fortune with you. But to do that,
you will need to cooperate."

Gronnus considered for a long moment. Finally he heaved a heavy sigh.
"Another half moon," he grunted. "No more than that! You cannot keep
raiding my slaves after that."

Jollis bowed his head. "Hopefully that is more than enough time,
Overlord. I will be in contact with you again before that time."

"See that you do. I will hold you to this."

"I have never reneged on a promise. Please do not insult me by implying
that I have."

Jollis cut the Farview with a slice of his hand through the air before
the Overlord could reply. His image vanished from sight.

Jollis sighed again. He had not wanted to bother with the Overlord. Had
things gone more to his original plans, he would have left Gronnus to
his fate by now. But things were becoming dangerous for him.

He picked up the pearl, then turned his head towards a window that
looked out in the general direction of the Manor. He narrowed his eyes.
The events in the Healer's office earlier had obviously been staged.
When he had turned around, it had been clear to him that Lanno had
thrust the vial at Jollis specifically to splash him with the substance
within.

He was sure it was not an attempt at delivering a contact poison. There
were far simpler ways to accomplish such a thing without an elaborate
ruse. Yet he was at a loss as to the purpose of the charade. Unless,
perhaps, his alertness had disrupted a crucial part of it. Even if that
were the case, the fact that they were attempting something against his
person was a sign that his cover would not last much longer.

Killing Vanlo or Lanno to protect his secrets was not an option. It
would cause too much disruption at the Manor. He had to hold out hope
that he had enough time to accomplish his task. Then Gronnus' Manor
would be a temporary haven for as long as it took the chaos of war to
spread to the point where the Inonni would move in.

Jollis rolled the pearl between his fingers. Another reason for his
shortness with Gronnus was his concern over Amanda. She had not
responded to his Farview summons the night before, and she had not
contacted Sirinna, either. Sirinna had tried to act as if it did not
bother her, but Jollis could see it for himself, with as much time as
he had been spending with her lately.

He felt a bit guilty. He was using Sirinna to his own ends, to help
relieve his stress. He was using her exactly like one would use a slave
in Oceanus. He tried to tell himself that she was enjoying it as well,
but the words rang hollow to him. Sirinna was Draughted. He could never
be sure how much of her enthusiasm came from that and how much came
from her own sincere desires.

Jollis put the pearl away and headed out of his quarters and towards
the Manor. It was time to get back to his task and keep his remaining
doubts at bay.



A deep thrumming noise emanated from the glowing column. Energy pulsed
towards either end from the bright red gemstone in the center, which
rotated sedately in its crystal cage. The eerie light was the only
illumination in the chamber, each wave reflecting off the deeply-tanned
face of the one that studied the device, his eyes flicking up and down,
brow furrowed in thought.

Annas knew what every pulse meant. He could tell from the brightness of
the light and the shape of each energy ring how well "tuned" the Portal
was. From the way the facets of the gem flickered and flashed, he could
tell how "clean" the power was and immediately know how to rid it of
lingering resonant energies from past transports.

But what he bent his mind to now was how to augment the power of the
device and hide it from view of the Mage Guild at the same time.

Each in isolation was not a terribly difficult task. The Guild Hall
would like to think it was. Certainly Q'yros would. But then again,
Annas did not think much of Q'yros. Few rogue Mages did. "Pompous
elitist" was the term most often used by the rogues when describing
him. In fact, they could apply that appellation to many of the Mages
that controlled the Guild.

But now Annas was being asked to combine the two. And by an Overlord no
less! Annas was no fool. He knew of the events transpiring in Oceanus.
He knew of the failed coup, and of the Caucus. He was not told why he
was asked to perform this task, and he did not press for details, but
it was obvious. Given the proximity of Weton D'honna's Manor to the
Imperial City and the requested size and time needed for the Portal
opening, it could only be for the purpose of transporting an army in
secret.

Annas' lips curled into a conspiratorial smile. It was a dead clever
idea, he believed. He had no love for the current Emperor. It was
Z'haas that gave the Mage Guild permission to execute rogue Mages.
Until that point, execution had been reserved for the Emperor's purview
alone, and the Guild had to be content with stilling the rogue Mage's
magical sense. It was why rogue Mages no longer revealed their clan
names, to prevent the Guild from harassing them.

Good riddance to Z'haas was his take on it.

Annas noticed the shaft of ruddy sunlight that suddenly opened to his
left but did not turn towards it. A shadow stretched out within it, a
silhouette of a man leaning casually against the door frame. "Well? How
goes it, Annas?"

Annas paused a moment to gather his thoughts before turning. In the
doorway stood the dapper young man that was Overlord Weton D'honna.
This was not the first time Annas had conversed with an Overlord
before, but he had never seen one so young. Only Overlord Freya D'yros
was younger, he was given to understand.

Annas took one last glance at the Portal and waved a hand at it. The
thrumming noise eased as the energies slowly waned. He turned back to
the Overlord and stepped towards him, a breeze from outside causing his
robes to billow out behind him. He tapped his staff thoughtfully on the
floor.

"It can be done," Annas said. "Not easily. But it can be done."

"And not cheap, I'll bet."

Annas smiled thinly. "A rogue I may be, but I must provide for myself
nevertheless. I do not have the luxury of guaranteed accommodations at
the Guild Hall as do Institutional Mages."

Annas never used the term "normal Mages" like others might to
distinguish the non-rogue Mages. He hated the idea of a rogue Mage
being treated as an aberration or a criminal. The Guild Hall liked to
paint a picture of the rogue Mage as a mercenary with few morals and no
scruples that would do anything, no matter how evil, for a few coins of
platinum.

The reality was that the rogue Mages simply hated the politics of the
Guild Hall. It mired the Guild in useless games of power that held back
any real advancement in magical technology. Q'yros' breakthrough in
detecting Portal openings was a surprise, and they quietly admired
Q'yros for that.

Weton returned the smile, though there was little humor to it. "Bottom
line: how much?"

"One thousand platinum."

Weton blinked. "Are you quite serious?"

Annas folded his hands over the end of his staff. "Beyond your means,
Overlord?" he asked with a small grin.

"That, actually, is not an issue for me."

"I did not think so." Annas knew this was not being bankrolled by
Weton. He was simply a go-between, someone who happened to have a
Portal in a convenient place. He assumed the Overlord would report this
back to a Noble Lord -- for only the Nobility would have the resources
and know-how to field an army -- and would add his own fee atop it.

"But I find it interesting that I could likely purchase two, perhaps
three, slaves from a fellow Overlord for that price."

Annas chuckled. "Interesting how we perceive an expense. You see it in
the number of slaves you could purchase. I see it as how I may go about
feeding myself and procuring supplies to allow myself to continue my
magical education."

"Isn't this all such a bother, Annas? Having to be on the run all the
time? Arranging for your own education? I have to admit, I have my
doubts about your abilities to perform this miracle that Roquan
wishes."

Annas considered the last statement first. Was he referring to Roquan
D'ronstaq? So the Noble was an additional link up the chain. He had
heard much about Roquan, and how he rallied the other Overlords around
him. Likely it was the only way to get an Overlord like Weton to lift a
finger for the Nobility.

As for the rest, Annas took no offense. He welcomed the chance to set
someone's misconceptions straight. "The Guild Hall would like you to
believe they are the sole conduit for a 'proper' magical education,"
Annas stated. "But the reality is, they are weighed down by a stupid
and slavish devotion to 'tradition' and their own internal politics. I
assure you that Overlord politics are nothing compared to the Guild
Hall. I have learned more than my counterparts in the Guild."

Weton looked skeptical as he rubbed his chin, turning his gaze to the
Portal device as it settled back into standby mode.

"You are fortunate," continued Annas, gesturing to the Portal. "You
have a very recent model. A better crystal lattice around the gem. A
gemstone using 36 facets instead of the old 24."

"I had it recently upgraded two seasons ago."

"Yes, these newer ones are more durable. They better withstand being
overpowered, which is what I will need to do."

Weton frowned. "Overpowered? I was told by the Guild that nasty things
happen when you do that."

Annas smiled. "Well ... yes and no. If you don't know what you're
doing, yes. A Mage can overpower a Portal and hold it within
tolerances. There is only a very small chance of Portal failure."

Weton considered and frowned. "And if it did happen anyway, I would be
left without a Portal."

Annas shook his head. "I would repair it."

"For more platinum, of course."

"Yes, but should you really care?"

Weton was young, perhaps a little inexperienced as Overlords went, but
he was no fool. His clan had had a long history of Overlordship, and
they had taught him a thing or two. If this damaged his Portal, he
wanted assurances that he would get the needed funds to repair it. He
was definitely going to have to demand such assurance from Roquan if
the other Overlord wanted Weton's help.

"Very well," Weton said. Behind him, the last rays of sunlight faded as
the sun dipped below the tops of the trees. "I will secure your payment
this evening."

"I will plan to begin work first thing in the morning."

Weton nodded curtly and left.

Annas watched him go and turned back to the Portal. Yes, this was going
to be tricky, but he welcomed the challenge. He imagined that, had the
Guild Hall been contracted to do such a thing, they would have told him
it was impossible simply to avoid having to put the effort into it.

Annas smiled. It just reaffirmed his choice to be rogue. Institutional
Mages claimed to get things done; rogue Mages actually got them done.

He turned and left the Portal chamber, looking forward to the morning's
work.



Twilight deepened to night. By all rights, Amanda should be on her way
to Rallas again. Yet Duric showed no inclination to remind her of this
fact.

Amanda was not consciously trying to stall. It was simply her first
opportunity to act in a manner in which she had been trained. She took
her time because she wanted to feel like she was giving him pleasure
and not just being a toy or object.

If Duric thought Amanda was trying to avoid going to Rallas, it did not
serve to dampen his enjoyment. He watched as Amanda's head bobbed
slowly up and down, his manhood sliding back and forth between tight
lips and against agile tongue. The enthusiasm that Amanda displayed
amazed him.

Duric made an unobtrusive gesture to the side. Amanda did not even
notice it, as focused as she was. She was on her knees, hunched down,
her rear thrust over the foot of the bed. She saw movement off to the
side but did not pay any attention to it. It was not until she felt
hands sliding over her ass cheeks that she reacted with a shiver of
anticipation.

Tanyee coaxed Amanda into spreading her knees apart a bit more. When
Amanda had eagerly complied, Tanyee leaned forward and tilted her head
back. She teased Amanda's womanhood with her tongue before dipping it
into Amanda's now hot and wet depths.

Amanda uttered a deep moan with Duric's manhood almost fully in her
mouth. Duric felt the pleasurable vibration down his shaft and watched
as Amanda's hips squirmed against Tanyee's ministrations, his lips
curling into a most satisfied smile.

He had told Amanda to do what she wished, both to see her reaction and
to see what she would pick. The former had not surprised him. He knew
of Rallas' propensities, which was why he rarely let his slaves service
him. Giving Amanda to Rallas in this manner was not actually what he
had wanted, but he could not see asking the librarian to do this favor
for a slave and expect nothing in return.

Amanda wrapped her fingers around Duric's sack and tugged as she
stroked him more deeply. She wanted to bring him up far enough to make
him really feel it, but not far enough to take him over. She had
something else in mind.

Yet she was loathe to move from this position. The pleasure she was
feeling from Tanyee was wonderful. It was the first real sexual
pleasure she had experienced in several days.

Amanda drew his cock very deep into her mouth and squeezed her tongue
against it, doing a single, long lick as she let it slip out from
between her lips. Reluctantly, she disengaged herself from Tanyee and
slid forward, crawling over Duric. Tanyee reached between Amanda's legs
and slipped her fingers around Duric's manhood, giving it a few gentle
strokes as Amanda positioned herself.

Tanyee held Duric's cock in place as Amanda impaled herself on it. She
was wet enough that there was a distinct squishing sound as she sank on
him, and she uttered a low, sultry moan as he filled her. She relished
every moment of it.

Amanda was trembling with her own desire. She leaned forward and
started humping her hips against him, slowly at first, panting softly
as she felt his cock slide inside her tight tunnel. For a moment she
almost did not recognize herself. It was if she had been Draughted,
that she was addicted to the sexual pleasure. She realized now that she
had gained a psychological need for it.

But it had to be enjoyable on an emotional level. What Rallas gave her
was like giving a starving man sand to eat.

Amanda gyrated her hips back and forth at the same time that they moved
up and down. She was in no hurry. Her own stimulation had risen to the
point where relaxing the tension on her muscles would send her over in
a very short while. She wanted to feel the pleasure for now, even as it
crept upward until her pussy ached from the need for release. Still she
held on, wanting to savor it, even as it made her pant wildly and
tremble like a leaf.

Tanyee came up from behind her and gently kneaded her breasts. Amanda
moaned deeply, feeling the tingle of additional pleasure from her
nipples. Her body glistened with perspiration. She felt Duric writhe
below her and heard him groan as his own pleasure rose.

Amanda timed it well. Just as she strained to keep her climax in check,
she heard Duric abruptly groan very loudly and his cock started
throbbing hard inside her. She let go and cried out as her sex pulsed.
She closed her eyes and drew her hips up and down his still throbbing
manhood, milking both him and her own orgasm.

As she came down from her orgasmic high, Duric gently guided her as he
rolled the two of them onto their sides. Tanyee snuggled against
Amanda's back. Amanda was panting to catch her breath, her climax
leaving a pleasant after-ache. Now she thought she could tolerate
Rallas later that night.

"Most wonderful, Amanda," Duric said softly. "Filling your head with
facts and figures all day has not dulled your skills one bit."

"Thank you, Master," Amanda said in a still-breathless voice.

"Though I imagine that Rallas keeps himself entertained with you after
hours."

"Yes, Master."

She had no idea how much Duric knew of what Rallas did to her. She did
not feel she should complain about it. Slaves were not supposed to
complain, not unless they were being physically abused. In that case,
they were supposed to get a message to the Overlord directly.

Duric would not know by simply looking at Amanda. The deep impressions
in her skin left by the rope at the end of a session with him faded
away with the application of a salve. By morning, she looked as if
nothing had been done to her.

"I will have to let you go to him soon," Duric said neutrally.

She did not want to leave. She actually felt a sense of safety here,
nestled between Duric and Tanyee. Sometimes she felt like she had not
been allowed to be a child for long enough in her life. She was always
having to take care of someone else's needs. Being allowed to read
those scrolls had been a way of satisfying her own needs for a change.

"You will inform him that it was I that made you late. Inform me if he
punishes you anyway."

"Yes, Master."

There had been a remarkable amount of conviction in Duric's voice.
Maybe he did know what Rallas did to her after all.

She looked into his eyes for the first time since she had arrived that
evening. She could see the tension and the tiredness in them. The
crisis was starting to get to him.

Not that she had any idea how far it had progressed. She had been privy
to no inside information since she had begun her research. She wanted
to hear from Jollis just so she could catch up on current events. At
least there was the chance that it would be less frightening than her
own thoughts.

"Something the matter, Amanda?" Duric asked when he noticed her brief
look of worry.

Amanda shook her head. "No, Master, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

In the brief pause that followed, Amanda wondered if Tanyee had somehow
sensed her troubled nature as well, for Tanyee slipped an arm around
Amanda's waist and held her close. She felt Tanyee's soft breasts press
against her back.

Amanda looked into his eyes again. They were a bit dark, as they always
were when he felt that Amanda was not telling him the complete truth.
"May I ask a question, Master?"

"Yes, you may."

"Are we at war yet?"

"A very interesting question, Amanda," Duric said.

"Yes, Master, I know."

Duric could detect the small sigh in Amanda's voice. He now knew that
Amanda had no idea that she was letting slip so much of her true
emotions to him nearly all the time. "Not for the reason you're
thinking."

Amanda looked at him quizzically.

/Yes, and now she feigns a perplexed look, knowing that I just caught
her in the lie,/ Duric thought, though there was no rancor to it. "It
is an interesting question because it depends on how you define 'civil
war.' Does the first shot need to be fired? Does someone need to die?
Go by the first, and the answer is 'no.' Go by the second, and the
answer is 'yes.'"

Amanda's heart lurched until she realized he was likely talking about
the failed coup against the Emperor.

"It is not a clear question or a clear answer," said Duric. "Do you
understand this, Amanda?"

Amanda thought back to her reading that day and nodded. "Yes, Master, I
do."

"Interesting ... That will be a very fascinating discussion we will
have, I am sure, when you are finished with your research."

"Yes, Master."

"And I might just see what others think of it as well."

Amanda blinked. "Master?"

"I share you with my staff already as it is, Amanda, where your sexual
prowess is concerned. Why not this as well? I would be interested to
see their reactions to a slave with such knowledge."

"The entire staff, Master?"

"As much as I can, yes, as I've always done."

Now Amanda was doubly confused. Normally she would have welcomed the
chance to show that she had an intellect as well as a pussy. But not if
it meant that it would be met with derisive laughter. Or disdain, like
she received from Rallas in abundance. Or worse: apathy.

So was this a sign that Duric was appreciating her intelligence, or was
this simply an elaborate means of setting her up for failure?

Duric drew away from Amanda and climbed out of bed. "Amanda, take a
moment to freshen up and then head over to Rallas. When you return in
the morning, you may choose to get some additional sleep if you wish."

Amanda was grateful for this. She sometimes did not sleep well when she
spent the night at his quarters. "Yes, Master," she said as she rose
from bed.

Tanyee got up as well and offered Amanda a hug. There was a sympathetic
look in Tanyee's eyes. Amanda could tell that Tanyee knew what she was
going through even if perhaps the girl had not gone through it herself.

It was then that she remembered a promise and turned around. "Master,
there was one more thing."

Duric nodded. "Yes, go ahead, Amanda."

"Master Warlos is an assistant to Master Rallas. He requested my
services one evening if you granted permission."

"Was he helpful in your research?"

"Yes, very much so."

"Then I think you are obligated to thank him for that. Feel free to
attend to that duty whenever you wish it."

"Yes, Master." Amanda paused. She reflected on the wording of his
statement and slowly smiled. In a much brighter voice, she said, "Thank
you, Master!"

Duric raised an eyebrow at this as he watched Amanda leave.



"One thousand five hundred."

Roquan considered this silently as the Weton's form hovered above his
hearth. "Is that what the rogue Mage is asking for?"

Weton gave his fellow Overlord a sly smile. "Of course not. He asked
for one thousand."

"So your cooperation is worth five hundred platinum, is it?"

"Consider it compensation for the risk I'm taking."

Roquan nodded once. He decided not to argue the point. It was Duric
that would be footing the bill for this anyway, and that much platinum
was not a huge sum to the Noble Lord. Plus he knew what the
consequences would be from the Mage Guild if they discovered their
collusion with a rogue Mage.

"If the unthinkable should happen, Weton, my Tradesman will be at your
disposal," Roquan stated. "He could get you anything you need in the
event that you cannot procure it yourself."

Weton looked surprised at this. "That's rather generous of you, Roquan,
considering some of the stories I have heard about that man."

"Stories?"

"Let's put it this way. His nickname among the other Overlords is
'miracle merchant.'" He smirked. "By now they've figured out that he's
how you were able to so easily top every Overlord's offer during the
Conclave."

"And what was their reaction to this?"

"Oh, somewhere between 'damn clever of him' and 'who in the hells does
he think he is?' Mostly it's just jealousy talking in that latter one.
Consider both statements a compliment."

"I shall. And as for the generosity, I think it only fair. Consider it
recompense for your vote at the Conclave."

Weton made a face. "To be honest, that vote was a forgone conclusion
once we saw what had happened when that merchant tried to kill you."

"Still, you supported me before that point."

"Yes, and I continue to support this effort. The Conclave decided that
Z'haas must go, and that's what we're trying to bring about. It just
grates me that the Nobility will be getting the credit for this."

Roquan refrained from commenting. He had hoped that the Overlords would
rise above such petty matters of prestige, but old habits died hard. If
he retained any sort of influence once the Emperor was replaced, he
would try to push the Overlords away from their excessive politics. He
wanted to use his association with Duric to further increase
cooperation between the Nobility and the Overlords. It could prevent
such a thing from happening again.

At that moment, there was a soft knock at the door.

"I have some other business to attend to at the moment, Weton, so I
must conclude this," Roquan said. "Please inform the Mage that Lord
Duric will make good on his payment."

"I will. Good day to you, Roquan."

"Good day to you, Weton."

Roquan quickly terminated the Farview and picked up the pearl. "Enter,"
he said as he straightened up.

Jollis stepped inside and bowed his head. "Good evening, your Lordship.
I have received word that the rogue Mage has arrived at Overlord Weton
D'honna's Manor."

"Yes, so have I just now," said Roquan. "Payment has been settled in
the matter."

"Ah, very good. Is there anything else you may need to tell me?"

"I only know that Duric is still gathering his army. He needs more time
but is not sure if he will get it."

Jollis nodded and then asked rather casually, "And how does the lovely
Amanda fare in Duric's company?"

"I have not heard any complaints from Lord Duric," said Roquan as he
put the pearl away. "Thus I assume things are well."

"Nothing specific about her?"

Roquan turned. "No, nothing specific. Why?"

"I was merely curious, your Lordship. I rather liked the girl while she
was at the Manor and hope she does well."

"If you wish, I can inform you when and if I hear anything, though it's
doubtful that I will."

Jollis nodded. He had nothing else he could say without revealing his
complicity in the matter with the Farviewing pearls. He had known that
asking the Overlord was a long shot, but he was concerned enough for
Amanda that he had decided to try it anyway.

He would try to contact Amanda again that evening, and perhaps be a
little more insistent about it.

"I was about to retire for the evening," Roquan said. "Is there
anything else?"

Jollis considered. "One more thing, Overlord. A curious question about
your Healer."

"Healer? Do you mean Vanlo or his assistant Lanno?"

"Vanlo. I recently had cause to procure some fine wine for him, and
noticed he had a rather expansive office for a Healer at a Manor. Does
he specialize in other research in addition to his Healer duties?"

Jollis had made note of the look of mild surprise on the Overlord's
face when he had mentioned the wine.

"I do know that Healer Vanlo has extensive medical knowledge in several
areas," Roquan said. "And I have given him whatever supplies and
support that he needs, as he has earned my complete trust. I cannot
speak intelligently on specifics however, as I know little about
Healing. He was instrumental in helping reveal the Imperial agent."

"Oh, was he?"

"Yes. He was able to determine that she was a native Narlassi rather
than a slave acquired from off-world."

Jollis smiled and nodded at this. That meant that Vanlo had knowledge
of genetics.

"A bottle of wine, did you say?" Roquan asked.

"Yes, and a rather good one. He has fine tastes, it would seem."

"Changing tastes is more like it. Vanlo does not drink alcohol."

"Ah. It must be a present for a friend or relative, then. In either
case, I will take my leave of you, your Lordship. Please contact me if
you need anything else."

"Come by tomorrow morning, Jollis, after I have spoken to Lord Duric.
We will likely have need of more supplies. Good day to you."

"Good day to you as well."

Jollis turned and left.

Now it was clear. That elaborate ruse had been intended to obtain a
genetic sample from him. Yet it was /not/ clear what Vanlo had hoped to
gain from this. At best he would be able to confirm that Jollis was not
native to Oceanus. This is something the Overlord already knew and was
not a secret. Unless Vanlo thought this was untrue and was attempting
to link Jollis with the area around the Imperial City. This would prove
to be a blind alley. He could see no gain that could be made by Vanlo's
research.

And this is what worried him.



When a room was silent enough to hear one's own breathing and
heartbeat, a Farview summons could seem like someone speaking directly
into one's ear.

Amanda was having this experience now, for the third time, and she was
growing a bit frantic over it. Part of it had been her own fear over
being left alone and helpless in the workshop. Rallas had trussed her
up tightly, binding her thighs to her torso as she lie on her back,
then looping rope around from knee to knee under her to pull them
apart. Her wrists had then been lashed to her ankles. It left her
unable to move, her pussy completely exposed.

He had already had her twice this way that evening. He would not
acknowledge her existence save for his probing fingers in her sex, and
then when she was damp enough, his engorged manhood into her tunnel.
This last time when he had finished with her, she had heard him leave
the bedroom, so he was no longer in this part of his quarters.

Amanda had to quell the fear that he had simply abandoned her, leaving
her to fend for herself until someone found her or she succumbed to
thirst or hunger. Intellectually, she realized this made no sense, but
it was hard to convince herself of this emotionally.

She knew it had to be Jollis contacting her. He was obviously refusing
to take "no" for an answer this time. She wondered if perhaps Sirinna
were worried about her as well. Amanda swallowed, feeling an ache in
her heart at the thought of her lover. Amanda had hoped she would miss
Sirinna a little less with each passing day. It was just the opposite.
She tried to tell herself that some of it was because of Rallas'
cruelty, but it was difficult.

Amanda felt embarrassed at the idea of Jollis seeing her like this, but
she had little choice. She had to have some contact with him or
Sirinna.

Amanda craned her neck and listened for a moment. When she heard
nothing but continued silence from the other chambers, she swallowed
and said in a shaky voice, "I accept the summons."

She lifted her head and saw Jollis shimmer into view between her knees.

Jollis started to smile and caught himself. For an awkward moment he
simply stared, as if trying to take in what he was seeing.

"I'm all right, Master Jollis," Amanda said firmly, almost startled at
the loudness of her voice. She lowered it as she continued, "I can't
talk to you for very long."

Jollis furrowed his brow, his face taking on a look of concern. At the
same time, anger flickered in his eyes. "Are you being punished, dear
one?" he asked.

"No, not really. I ... uh ... it's a long story. Master Duric sent me
to service his Master Archivist for a few evenings."

Jollis paused for a long moment before nodding very slowly. "Ah. And
may I assume that this is his concept of pleasure?"

Amanda could sense the extreme distaste in Jollis' voice. It actually
made her smile. "Yes, I suppose so. He ... he likes to tie me up like
this."

"Ah," Jollis repeated, a harder tone this time. "Is there pleasure in
this for you?"

Amanda hated a question like that. "I don't think that really matters
in this case, Master."

Jollis nodded again. His eyes were hard, even though his voice remained
gentle. "I see, I see. Strange that Lord Duric should give you away in
this manner."

"Oh, well, it's not quite like that." Amanda quickly explained about
the scrolls.

"Ah, yes, of course. Payment, as it were, for something that the
Archivist does anyway." Jollis paused and took a deep breath. "Please,
disregard that statement, dear one. I am not myself at the moment."

"Is something the matter, Master?"

Jollis wished he could answer that. He wished he could warn her.
Prepare her. He could do none of these things, not if he wished to
avoid jeopardizing his plans even more than they had been. He forced a
smile. "Please, pay no attention to me, dear one. Events move swiftly
in Oceanus, and stress is the norm."

Amanda nodded. Her neck was starting to ache from holding her head up.
"Civil war, Master?"

Jollis realized he should stop being so astonished at the girl's
insight. "Ah, but if we could foretell the future, we would not be
stressed. Who can really tell, little one? Surely Lord Duric is hoping
to stop such a thing."

Amanda did not respond. She could not reveal anything she had heard,
though she doubted there were any true secrets, since Duric and Roquan
were collaborating anyway.

"It is perhaps, a blessing in disguise that you are being told to study
these scrolls. Even if it means some ... discomfort on your side. To
understand history is to understand the present."

Amanda nodded in agreement. She was about to make another comment along
these lines when she heard a muffled noise in the distance. She gasped
and said in a frantic whisper, "We have to end this, I think he's
coming back!"

"Yes, yes, dear one, I will not be the source of punishment for you. I
will call again."

Just as Amanda heard the door to the bedroom open and close, the image
of Jollis waved a hand over something and his image began to fade. Just
as the door to the workshop opened, the last sparkles of Farview magic
dissipated.

Rallas stood at the door for a moment, frowning deeply, first at the
air before Amanda, and then at Amanda herself. Amanda returned the gaze
as impassively as she could, but her heart was thudding hard.

Rallas finally stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
"Interesting that I should think I heard a voice in here," he said to
no one in particular. He stepped up to Amanda and started rubbing her
slot with his fingers. "Since toys cannot talk, I would be mystified as
to who spoke."

Amanda was very tempted to say "So you must enjoy talking to yourself,"
but wisely refrained. Instead, she closed her eyes and tried to relax
enough to let her sex dampen. It took a little while, but soon she was
panting lightly as his fingers slid over slick flesh.

She kept her eyes closed and let her mind drift off into her own
thoughts as his manhood slid joylessly into her depths.



Jollis stood very still as he stared at the now empty air before him.
One hand had curled into a fist, his fingernails digging into skin as
it tightened in his growing anger. His jaw clenched almost painfully,
and he trembled faintly in repressed rage.

Finally the Wanderer had to close his eyes and force deep breaths upon
himself. He had to calm down. This would not do. He had to look at it
from a practical point of view. She was getting a taste of what was to
come. It would not be easy for her, and this was helping prepare her
for it.

Jollis opened his eyes. Despite his calmer demeanor, his eyes still
burned.

It had been easier when it was just in his mind's eye. Now he wished to
lift the burden from her. He wished plans could be changed. It was
harder to see the end result, the good that would come of it in the
end.

The ends justified the means. A most distasteful philosophy, but
necessary. He did not dispute that. He simply wished that neither
himself nor Amanda were part of it anymore.
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