Free Web NovelZoey was having the same difficulty donning the toga that he had. Her robes were in disarray, and they fell to her feet as she crossed the room. With long hair still wet from the bath and wearing only a beige pair of underwear, Zoey was on top of Thalia before she could scream 'Stop.'
The Binder girl brought up her hands in defense, but Zoey ducked beneath them, ramming her shoulder into her stomach, and tackling her to the ground. By the time Linhart could sit up, she was slapping Thalia’s boobs so hard with an open palm that the fleshy strikes echoed from the far walls. Thalia fought back uselessly, screaming in terror.
“Zoey, stop!” Linhart shouted, bringing Zoey’s attack to a sudden halt. “Thalia was doing this for my master. Why are you being so aggressive?”
“It’s because I saw her trying to touch your thing, and I know she was making you feel the way I should be making you feel, Linhart.” She complained loudly, then gave Linhart her best puppy dog eyes.
“Oooow oow oow! She’s pinching me, she’s pinching my boob!” Thalia cried to him.
“Let go of her and come here.” Linhart reached out and put a hand on her head.
She released the girl instantly and rose to her feet. Thalia grunted in pain, as the little girl stepped heavily on her stomach, but then Zoey was beside him.
“Would you feel better if you were the one to apply the ointment to my wounds?” he asked, trying to find some way to appease her. She nodded meekly, so he looked down at the girl on the floor, “I’m sorry, Thalia, Zoey is very protective of me. I think it's better if you don't touch me for now. Would you mind instructing her on how to administer the ointment, but letting her be the one to do it?”
“Ughh..” Thalia got to her feet, lifting and massaging the large breast that Zoey had beaten. It was hanging out of her toga, and Linhart could see a shiny red handprint clearly forming around her swollen nipple. “This girl is a maniac. I’m going to tell the Stratega what she did. And why is she naked?”
“It’s because I can’t get this damned thing to stay on.” Zoey countered angrily. She shook the bundled up toga at the Binder, as if she were personally responsible for her difficulty in getting dressed.
Linhart saw that the cuts that crisscrossed Zoey’s arm, Chloe’s cuts, were leaking blood once more. It looked like Zoey had scrubbed her whole body with a wire sponge. Her body looked fresh, clean, and raw all over. Even her chest was red and shining.
“You’ve got to stop showing off your body so much, my darling slave,” he said smiling. He reached out and pulled on her pouty nipple, eliciting a squeal of painful excitement. “We’ll figure these togas out together… Thalia, I think Zoey needs the ointment too, she was the one that saved me from the wild animal.”
In the end, Linhart managed to calm both the girls down, to the point where they were able to work together. Iris arrived halfway through Zoey administering the ointment to his chest wound, and she was happy to teach the little girl how to put on a toga, while Thalia gently massaged the ointment into the cuts across Linhart’s face.
“Haaaa, I had no idea Fighters could be as small as you, Zoey!” Iris raved. She didn’t seem to be insulting her, and Zoey didn’t take any offense. “Maybe I could become a Fighter, too… I mean, if I can’t find a support partner?”
“Not with a paunch like yours,” Zoey laughed, patting Iris on her midsection. “You’d make a good punching bag, Iris.” Linhart looked at Iris’ rounded tummy, barely visible through the folds of cloth, and thought how cute it was.
Soon, Zoey was fully clothed and looking amazing in that toga. Iris had tied Zoey’s as loose as her own, which Linhart noted gave him frequent glimpses of her round tits and nubby nipples, like a sexy game of peek-a-boo.
They switched places. Zoey lay down and reluctantly held still, while Thalia stoically rubbed it into the gashes all over her arm and body. Iris, on the other hand, showed great enjoyment in instructing Linhart on the proper way to don a toga.
The mood in the hot room had significantly lightened by the time twelve bells rang and Octavia finally returned.
The woman seemed to raise the temperature in the room just by entering it. Linhart felt it, and so did the others. Tall, poised, and impossibly graceful, she moved like every step had been practiced, without ever feeling rehearsed. The purple toga she wore was accented with red flowers, and draped over her ample bosom in flowing layers, its folds wrapped around her waist and hips so tightly, tracing her figure, showing off her ultimate femininity more clearly than if she were in the nude.
When her eyes had adjusted to the light and she spotted him, that elegant composure broke just enough to reveal a hidden, playful happiness, which he felt through her bond with him. Octavia’s eyes lit up and her lips parted into a genuine smile.
“My little one!” she flowed into the center of the room, opening her arms wide. Linhart felt joy flooding his mind. He rushed forward into her waiting embrace. “You’ve come back to me, you good boy.” freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
“That’s right, I completed my mission and I’ve returned to you. Did I do well, master?”
“Yes, yes…" she murmured, patting him on the head, "Tell me, who is this girl, Linhart, and why is she growling at me?”
Zoey closed her mouth, hiding her clenched teeth. Visibly composing herself, she snapped to attention and gave Octavia a deep bow, saying, “My name is Zoey Mikri, Stratega. I am Linhart’s protector, and I apologize for my attitude, but I do not like the shift in his mood and behavior since you arrived.”
“Just as she said,” Linhart spoke from the depths of Octavia’s bosom while his hands reached around to squeeze her buttocks. He could feel her desire rising, and also a growing concern over Zoey’s presence. “She is here to protect me. She accepted my ID bracer and a bond to serve me. I had no choice but to bring her with me.”
As Octavia’s internal alarm spiked, Linhart too was feeling alarmed. “Did I make a mistake, master?”
Zoey stepped forward, pointing her finger accusingly. She was picking up on his mood changes and didn’t like it. “His mind is completely consumed with thoughts of you. It’s not good for him. I must get him away from here, for his own good!”
“Oh for the sake of the gods!” Octavia pushed Linhart off of her and grabbed the little girl’s head with both hands, “Look at me in the eye, girl,” she ordered, prying her eyelids open wide. Zoey's eyes were surprised, confused, vacant. The same vancantness that Linhart’s eyes contained.
“Did you agree to be Linhart’s slave, I mean, did you accept the pact?”
“I was the one who made the pact,” she said as if she had won a small victory, “That’s how much I cherish him.”
“How long was the pact for?” Octavia demanded with urgency.
“For forever!” Zoey replied triumphantly.
Octavia’s face was aghast. Her hands fell from Zoey’s head and she stumbled back a step mumbling, “I didn’t see this coming. I thought he was young and foolish, but I had no idea just how foolish he was…”
In a louder voice, she announced, “Iris, could you please ready an extra bed… in the far, extra room. It seems Freshman Zoey will be staying with us for the week. Thalia, could you please take Zoey on a tour of the laboratory, preferably away from the bedroom? Show her everything and take your time. Try to explain to her what we are trying to accomplish in the coming days. I’ve got some things to discuss with Linhart before we officially start the experiment.”
“Yes, Stratega!” Both Binders bowed deeply and jumped to their work. Thalia did her best to lead Zoey away, but the girl refused to move until Linhart insisted that she take the tour. She didn’t look happy about leaving his with Octavia, but she bowed and obeyed.
Linhart found Octavia’s hands all over him, as she whisked him away into the amethyst bedroom.
“You look ridiculous in that toga,” she laughed, pinching his exposed nipple. “Are you turning into a girl now?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll change it.”
“Don’t you dare. You’re going to wear that toga for the duration of this experiment, you sexy little bird. And that’s an order. Don't worry, I've sealed off all entry to the laboratory. No one else will see you in it.” She had eased him down onto the deep pile carpet and untied the toga he’d worked so hard to put on.
“Yes, master,” he was so relieved to be getting orders again that even a joking order like that one felt good to obey. “Would you like to have my wiener now?”
“Oh, I wish I could, but it’s not time yet,” she gave an exaggerated sigh, and then yanked his toga right off of him, her eyes leering at his young boyish form, “Oh Linhart, you’re just as delicate and thin as I remember. I can’t start milking your dick and throwing off the initial variables. No…” she pulled his underwear open briefly, observing his hard-on. Linhart was squirming under her intense attention. “But if I can't ride you down here, I don’t see any harm in riding your face.”
Octavia pulled him to an empty spot on the carpet, where the back of his head was flat to the floor. She stood over him, her legs planted on either side of his shoulders. Linhart breathing became harder, his desire rose, as he watched Octavia reached beneath the tight folds of her toga and pulled down her panties. They were soaking wet. She dropped them on his face and they smelled magnificent.
“Get your tongue ready,” she spoke in dulcet tones, lulling Linhart into a state of relaxation. Moving the panties aside, he stuck his tongue straight up. Her powerful, shapely thighs grazed his cheeks as she knelt on his face. Her womanhood pressed against his lips. She tasted marvelous, and a random thought told Linhart that it wasn't just the slave bond talking. This woman was a high-class goddess in her prime and he was honored to be servicing her. He reveled in the gasps and moans he drew out of her. Her juices flooded into his mouth time and time again and he lapped them up like it was the nectar of the gods.
Octavia squeezed his head to her crotch as she orgasmed again and again. Not stopping until her strength gave out, then she lay beside him embraced his smaller body for a while after that and they drifted off to sleep. They were both satisfied.
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Later that evening, Octavia led him to another part of the laboratory complex. This was a set of rooms that resembled living quarters. They branched off the same hallway that led to the private stairwell that Octavia had introduced them to.
There was a common area here too, which all the private rooms converged on, and Linhart was surprised to see that Zoey and the sisters were already gathered here. There was a small burning in the pit, and Thalia was roasting sticks fitted with meat and vegetables.
Zoey had a sad look on her face, and Linhart detected she a mixture of feelings coming through his bond with her. She was seated on the bench nearest the flame and as she looked up at him, hope and the reflection of the flames danced in her big eyes. For the first time since he’d caught sight of Octavia, Linhart thought about his responsibility to Zoey, and the pact that they had made. He would treat her better!
He sat down on the bench next to her, and when she leaned her head against him and put her arms around his shoulders, he hugged her back. While they sat, the Binders were discussing their business in low tones, and Linhart felt like they were treating this meal as if it were some kind of ceremony. Many ceremonies in the Academy do involve food, after all. Finally, Thalia declared that the food was cooked, Iris had distributed sweet smelling drinks in clay goblets, and Octavia stood up to toast the meal.
“Thank you to everyone for attending this end of day meal. Let's call it our Last Meal, because immediately after this we will begin changing the course of the future of this academy. And it all revolves around my boy, Linhart!”
The girls all applauded, and Zoey loudly asserted that he was actually her boy. Linhart, the center of attention, blushed.
“Linhart has a rare or unique gift. He is able to boost others’ strength and abilities through the simple act of having sex.” Linhart continued to blush, as the Binder girls eyed him closely. They did not look at all surprised, and he suspected that they had known about this talent all along. Looking over at Zoey, she was smiling. Did she already know too?
“Over the coming days and nights, we will be testing the efficacy of his semen, and analyzing the correlation between his body's recovery time and the quality of his semen. Under careful observation, this experiment will yield information that will be valuable for all Fighter and Binder girls from now until the day he can no longer cum.”
“May that day never arrive,” Zoey added vehemently. Something seemed to have changed in her mind since earlier in the day. She no longer looked worried and ready to run away, or ready to fight her way out of the Nexus. Holding up her goblet, she seemed just as eager as the others to commence this ‘experiment of great importance’.
“Then, let us record our initial values, and may we all benefit, and have a little fun, in the work of the days to come… drink!”
The drink flowed slowly down his throat, like it was thickened with honey. It was wine of some kind, but Linhart had never tasted wine quite this sweet. The girls around him seemed equally affected by it, drinking down the very last drop and licking the inner edge of the goblet. After that, everyone began feasting on the roasted skewers, except for Thalia, who was tasked with the initial values.
“Linhart, our quiet little Fighter boy. What does your ID bracer read?”
She was acting a bit weird, but Linhart was also feeling a bit weird. Was there something strange about the wine? He decided just to show her his score:
Fighting:395, Binding: 25, Healing: 113
She praised him for his high score, though Linhart knew in his heart that his first week score had been a failure. And he didn't expect anything in the coming week either.
Zoey was the next to volunteer to share her score. Linhart was sure she just wanted to show off her superior Fighting to the two Binder girls. Her score was:
Fighting: 2259
Iris was more reluctant to share her score, hiding her bracer in her lap. But her sister, ignoring all her pleas, pulled her arm forward, and dialed up her score:
Binding: 20
Embarrassed, Iris confessed, “I was nearly eliminated during the bracer ceremony. I’ve only been studying for one week, and everyone knows that Binding is the hardest score to raise.”
“Is it, Iris?” asked Thalia, dialling up her own Binder score with a smug look:
Binding: 8064, Magic: 302
“Awww, Thalia,” Iris complained, “This is your fourth year at the Academy, of course you’re doing well!” freeweɓnovel.cѳm
Last of all, Octavia held her ID bracer out and the girls all gathered around. The chance to see the legendary score of a Stratega was not something any of them wanted to miss.
Binding: 62792, Magic: 3425, Fighting: 2430
Octavia held her arm without arrogance. After everyone had finished fawning over her numbers, she began t speak. “Now that our starting values have all been recorded, we can start the testing. Thalia will be recording all scores as they develop and improve, and Iris, you’ll be the timekeeper, tracking all times that Linhart has to recover between sessions. Both of you, precision is of great importance.”
“And you,” Octavia turned her attention back to Linhart, “My sweet little bird. I have an order for you. From now, until the moment I declare the experiment to be finished, you will have sex with myself and these three girls exactly when, where, and in whatever position you are asked to. Do you understand?”
His mind was still cloudy from the drink, and his body felt like it was heating up. He suspected he was being charmed, but he was okay with that. This was an order his true thoughts were dying to follow.
“Of course, master,” he smiled and bowed, “Shall we start right now?”
