Free Web NovelLinhart ran the whole way to the theater where his Anatomy 101 course was held. Not far from the Nexus of Binding, he felt a disconnect with Octavia. He was still her slave and he was still obeying her orders, but the knot of feelings that he knew were hers disappeared from his brain, and a little bit of his own personality returned to him.
What a powerful force this slave bond was! He thought about the other girls he had met and wondered how superior it would make him feel to be on the other side of the master/slave bond. He would find out soon, since Zoey promised to wait for him at the midday meal. She had practically signed her slave contract with him already.
His first target, however, this morning was going to be Serapha. He had to lock in his relationship with his beautiful white knight. Thoughts of her pretty smiling face and the way she looked in the school uniform pushed him to run far beyond what he was usually capable of.
By the time he arrived at the theater, he was drenched in sweat and out of breath. The course had been let out already, and most of the students were gone on to their 9AM courses. There were still a few people hanging around the entrances.
One of the boys here was just the right person. Linhart considered again how he had the luck of the gods on his side.
It was Drystan. He was chatting with some Healers on the steps outside.
“Drystan, thank the gods I found you,” he burst out and nearly collapsed right there. Not only had he not eaten, but he had been awake ever since he escaped from Xenia.
Drystan caught him, just as Linhart was about to fall to the ground. The Healers, two other boys that he vaguely recognized, sat him down on the steps, hovering over him like mother hens.
“Linhart, are you okay?” Drystan was a step away from being hysterical. “I heard you’ve been sick, but you’re wasting away.” He turned to the two Healers now, “Can you do something? He looks like he’s at death’s door.”
The two boys prodded him with their fingers and opened his mouth to peer inside. One of the Healers smiled sheepishly and said, “I haven’t learned the spell to confirm this yet, but it looks like he just needs some rest. Bye Drystan, good luck with your friend.”
He walked away with a wave of his hand, but the other Healer lingered for a moment, saying, “I still don’t have much training in recovery and fatigue, but it looks like your friend is suffering from something more serious than fatigue and hunger.”
He seized Linhart by the face and looked hard into his eyes before declaring, “Yep, he’s being energy drained. I would love to help you, but I’m going to be late for my next course. You should take him to the Hall of Healers right away.”
Then the other Healer boy excused himself and left Drystan alone on the steps, cradling Linhart in his arms.
Soon Linhart had caught his breath, and he was feeling well enough to sit up. He pushed himself into a sitting position and embraced Drystan briefly, thankful for his friend’s concern.
“Stan, I have so much to tell you about, but not a lot of time. Can you help me?” he implored his friend, “I’ve got to find Serapha right away. Where is she?”
Drystan flinched as though Linhart had touched on a sensitive topic, then said, “Sera has been meeting some of the other Fighter girls every day after class. They always go to the bathroom together. The other girls aren’t very nice to her… I asked Sera if they were bullying her, but she wouldn’t tell me a thing.”
“Bullying her? In the girls’ bathroom…?” Linhart wondered why Drystan would suspect she was being bullied. And who were these other girls?
“Would it be weird for me to go in there just to check on her?”
“Are you nuts? Don’t you know what happens to boys who go into the girl’s room? They’ll take it as an invitation to have sex with you! Plus, I’ve heard that place is super dirty. Don’t you know anything? Why aren’t you enrolled in the Boys’ Self Defense course?”
Linhart looked at him with regret, “Xenia made me drop it.”
“Again you call her Xenia! Argh! Why do you keep dropping her honorifics?” Drystan lashed out, “It must be nice having the Stratega to protect you… no need for self-defense.”
Drystan’s eyes had moved from concern to envy. “You promised last week that you would talk to her for me. Did you do that once in the week you spent with her?”
Linhart stood up and swayed a bit, fighting off a sudden bout of dizziness.
“What? I’m sorry Drystan, I was asleep nearly the whole week.” He needed to go pursue Serapha right away, but he knew he couldn’t leave Drystan like this. He had to give him some hope. A show of good faith.
His master’s orders had been to… Bond the freshmen he wanted to be close with and return to her in the morning.
“Come with me!” he declared.
Drystan followed him back into the theater, talking non-stop along the way. It seemed that there were lots of rumors about him and Xenia that the freshmen class had been circulating. Was he lovers with her, was she giving him private lessons, in order to power level him to the top of the class. It didn’t take Linhart long to realize that Drystan completely misunderstood the true nature of his relationship.
“Stan,” he said, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “I promise I haven’t betrayed you. I have something in this bag that could bond you to Xenia. Do you want to have it?”
Drystan and Linhart sat down. The theater was so open and empty. The sun was beating down on them.
Drystan examined his face, looking for some hint of deception. Linhart confessed, “It will also bond the two of us together, but I’m okay with that if you’re okay?”
“Of course, I’m okay with us bonding, Hart!” Drystan emphatically replied. “You’ve been my best friend forever. Let’s power level with Xenia together.”
Linhart laughed, “Hey, now you’re dropping her honorifics. Let’s sit down on the bench.”
Linhart felt deceitful, but there was no way of convincing Drystan that Xenia was not boosting his score but draining it. “Here, hold out your arm.”
Linhart very carefully slid the first of the 4 ID bracers that Octavia had given him over the waiting fingers of Drystan. This was not what he had considered when he first planned to assemble a harem with these bracers, but Drystan was his best friend, and he deserved to at least see what kind of crazy bitch the Stretega really was. He was idolizing her way too much.
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He followed the directions that Octavia had given him before she left him on his own. The slave bond was no longer overwhelming his senses, but he could still recall every step that needed to be completed and its order. She had warned him not to forget how to complete the bonding, and he had remembered her instructions word for word. It was like she ordered him to have a perfect memory!
He rolled the bracer down over Drystan’s wrist and forearm. His arm was all muscle, nerves, and blood vessels, so it was easy to see where the connection should be placed. Linhart lined the sensory points with Drystan’s vitals.
Octavia had told him that the bond always begins as a mutual one, between the wearer and the one who engages the trigger. “Get ready for this, Drystan. It’s going to shock you just a bit.”
He pressed the trigger and heard the hum of many needles slicing into the other boy’s arm. The energy also flowed through him intensely for a moment and they both blacked out.
* * * * * * * * *
He recovered soon after. He could feel the thrust of Drystan’s needs and feelings in his mind but it wasn’t as overwhelming as when he had bonded with Xenia and Octavia. Was he getting used to the feeling of other people’s thoughts invading his mind? Drystan seemed more affected by the process than him. He had fallen to the floor and wasn’t moving. Through the bond, Linhart could feel an outpouring of shock, confusion, and admiration… for some reason. Being bonded with a guy was quite a different experience than bonding with a girl. It wasn’t a bad experience at all, but it was missing a bit of sexual excitement. Linhart fixed Drystan’s position, so it looked like he had just fallen asleep. Feeling curious, he took Drystan’s arm bracer in his hands and dialed up his score:
Fighting: 580
Wow! That Fighting score was pretty impressive for being just two weeks into his courses. He was already Fighter: Level 3. That means he will have two skill points to spend when he wakes up. It was Linhart’s turn to feel envious of his friend. It seemed Drystan would be as effective at Fighting in this world as he was in the previous.
Linhart left Drystan there, recovering on the bench in the theater, and committed to finding Serapha next. Even if that meant going where he was warned not to go.
He entered the underground hallway that led to the girls’ washroom.
It was unlit, damp, and she could hear the sound of someone groaning from somewhere up ahead. He related it to some of the boys’ washrooms that he’d visited when he was in his previous world. Women of this world were just as dirty as men.
“Seraphaaaa,” he called down the hall. His voice echoed back to him, but there was no answer. “Are you in there?” He heard faint voices murmuring from far away, but no one responded to his calls.
At the end of the hall, Linhart entered a tiled space, dimly lit with a few ever-burning candles. The long space was lined with small doorless cubicles on either side, where girls did their business. The echoes of a woman’s voice were louder here. It sounded like she was nearby and she was having a hard time on the toilet.
Linhart did not want to disturb some girl while she was struggling to push out a poop. Maybe he should just wait for her outside? But something about that voice… it was coming from nearby and there was a desperation to the groans; effort on the verge of agony.
He peered into the last of the stalls and saw a figure seated upon the toilet here. She was leaning forward with her face in her hands, working her bowels with effort. Her skirt was rolled up around her waist and her shapely hips were spread wide. Rocking back and forth, Linhart knew she was pushing as hard as she could. But her efforts were not paying off. Nothing was coming out.
It took him a moment to recognize the girl hunched over on the toilet. She was thinner than just a week before and her chestnut hair looked wild and unkempt in the dim bathroom light. It was Serapha.
She looked up and met his eyes, just as he recognized her face. They both froze. Serapha was the first to recover, overjoyed to see him after a week apart, she stepped forward, throwing her arms around him.
“Oh gods, Linhart,” deep emotion broke through her voice, “You’re out of recovery? I thought you’d never get better. I missed you so much!”
“Sera,” he sighed, holding her close and returning her warm embrace. Her body felt lighter than he remembered it last week, but her gorgeous ass was just as firm as ever. He ignored the fact that they were reuniting in a bathroom stall and focused on the feeling of her body in his hands. “I’m sorry for bothering you in the bathroom, but I just couldn’t wait to give you something.”
“Oh gods,” Serapha gasped, pushing him away. Her face took on a look of horror. “There are some bad girls here. Well, they were here just before, and they’ll be back soon.”
Grabbing his hand, she marched with him back to the bathroom entrance. Linhart fought against her grip, but she was overwhelmingly powerful.
“Wait, Sera!” he protested, “I really need to give you something. If I don’t do this now, I don’t think I’ll get another chance.”
She stopped and turned back to face him.
“Give me something?” Her face was painted with discomfort, but her lips were bright red and her eyes were brighter than ever. “Don’t you hate me? I’ve been a useless girl to you. I failed at keeping you safe in the Fighting ring, and I couldn’t help you in any way while you were being rehabilitated.”
She hugged him tight once again, holding onto him desperately, like he was keeping her from sinking into the abyss. He felt her perky breasts pressing up against his body, while her arms moved up and down his body. Her breath was coming quickly now, and he knew she was craving sex.
He was happy to share this intimate moment, but he didn’t really want his first time with Serapha to be in this stinky hole of a washroom.
“Sera, we can’t… not here,” he whispered into her ear. “Wait until later… You can have all of me very soon.”
Her hands roved all over his body. One hand slid up his shirt and caressed his chest fervently. “Okay, Lin,” she replied, her voice full of disappointment. “I won’t make you do something you don’t want.”
He frowned at her. He didn’t say that he didn’t want it. They would have to have a serious talk soon and sort out their feelings for each other. But first, he needed to lock her down with an ID bracer.
She had been pooping when he entered the room, so it seemed reasonable to let her continue while he fitted the bracer on. She allowed him to push her back into one of the cleaner looking stalls. Her plaid skirt was still up around her waist and she winced in pain as her cushy butt hit the toilet seat.
Now he seized her left arm and commanded her to hold still. It was so dark, so he had to operate by touch. She was operating by touch, too. Her right hand was roaming over his chest, tracing the lines of his ribs and pinching then pulling on each of his nipples. Her big brown eyes watched his face, and she smiled as he reacted more and more to her stimulation.
“Ooww!” he complained, “Sera, I can’t focus while you’re teasing me.”
"It's your own fault for being this cute, Lin." she laughed, a little of her old energy was returning to her. Linhart reached out and gave her breast a sharp slap as a warning.
"I'm trying to connect us for the rest of our lives, and you're messing around. Now hold still and let me finish."
Serapha was so excited by what he said, she was practically vibrating with energy. He had the bracer rolled down over her wrist now, but he was having a hard time lining the needles up with the key points on her arm. “Come here, I need more light.”
He held the bracer in place as well as he could, and they walked to the nearest source of light, a candle that was planted on the wall. Linhart saw that the bracer needed a few small adjustments. He just about had it, when he heard a noise from the entryway. Turning around he saw a tall imposing figure standing in the space between them and the hallway.
The intruder was shrouded in shadow, but Linhart could still make out the long, straight platinum blonde hair. Her breasts were enormous, barely contained by her school shirt. It was Giselle, the forceful freshman from his Anatomy class whose tits he had feasted on not so long ago.
She was grinning viciously, and she held some sort of implement that resembled a large dildo in her hands. He could tell by the way that Serapha was shaking in his arms, he was sure that this was one of the ‘bad girls’ she had told him about.
Giselle looked like she was surprised to see him, a boy, in the girls' room, but then she was walking towards them, swaying her body seductively as she closed in on them.
"Well, well... It looks like I’m interrupting a lovers' reunion."
