It became a reoccurring nightmare, for days at first then longer. They kept Nya in a ready state, and Almaras came daily, sometimes more than that. Kialandra visited Abashai just as often until any emotion or sense from Nya was not needed for Shai to know what he had to do for the woman. The line between taint and pure was broken.
They were both fed, though the bare minimum to keep them alive. And while Nya's curves turned gaunt and her ribs began to show - even after being given a child every two or three days to eat - Shai kept his form because Kialandra liked to feed him... like a pet. She was fascinated with it. And though she did not feed him a great deal, the food he received was from Kialandra's own table and thus of a higher quality than most others' meals in the place. He would not beg for the food, but he took it when she offered it, which was quite often. He was rewarded with fresh bread still smelling of the ovens and butter whenever he preformed nicely for her... whatever it was she asked of him.
And as more and more attention fell from Nya and onto Abashai, he was given a wooden training kopesh when he quietly asked for one, so he could keep up his strength as a warrior. Of course, the things he had to willingly do to Kialandra or for her in order to receive one - especially while Nya stood silently in her cell staring not a single emotion rolling off her - was a hazy shame in his mind.
Nya's defiance wore thin too. They only kept the artificial heat up because she did not take and did not take from Almaras' repeated attentions. The state she was in, more than anything else, contributed to her mind wearing thin and her intellect suffering more than anything. Nya grew more bestial, reverting to something akin to what she was when Abashai found her rather than what he'd helped her become. She got so used to Almaras' visits that there was no longer any battle. She greeted him like he asked her too on her hands and knees with her forehead pressed to the ground and while sometimes he played with her - Abashai likened it to a child playing with his food - he mostly just made it quick and left. It was clear though Kialandra and Almaras were frustrated, and Almaras was decidedly bored tormenting the kelvic woman.
Finally, they brought in an outside physician and had her examined again which caused her to be in the infirmary three days. This Healer was heavily endowed with Gnosis marks, three to be exact, and had a lot more to say about Nya's old scarring and the state of her womb than the infirmary physician who had preformed her initial exam. Indeed he worked on her with healing too for a good long while, but in the end clearly told the Ebonstryfe and the Blacksun that it would be very rare if the forest cat could reproduce because of old scarring which was hard for healers to fix. And he highly doubted she was going to do anything for their breeding program but take up space.
Kialandra was tangled in Abashai's limbs and they were in her chambers when she told him the news. The Blacksun had taken to having Abashai brought up for extended periods of time. Her chambers were expansive and elegant and much more suitable to the activities she liked or the training she wanted to preform. "Nya Winters is going to be sold most likely - either to the pits or given to one of the Kelvic Institute students to experiment on. She's not fertile and thus she's no good to us. Her status has already been changed and Almaras has been reassigned to another project. This is a black mark on his record, despite Nya's physical condition. He's never failed in his duties before. Rhysol will be hard on him." Kialandra said, stroking Abashai's long hair and tracing the symbol on his naked shoulder - the symbol of her House.
Finally she took his hand and drew it across her chest and down to her stomach. "You however, my beautiful defiant warrior, have not failed. LIfe grows within me. It is a testimonial to my belief that humanity will always be superior to the beast. You did well. I have been told it will be a son, and I have already prepared to dedicate him to Rhysol, even while he is still in my womb. Would you like to be present, my pet, during the rituals? I want to put him on the path to becoming a Druvin. There is no higher honor for a Blacksun such as myself than to be the dam of a future leader of our people. Your people now, pet...." She said, tracing his forehead and leaving a kiss there. She rolled then, so he was on the bottom, her position dominant and leaned forward. Her lips brushed his and bit down, tugging on his lower one.
"You should relinquish your bond with Nya to make her transition easier. I know you can. You can voluntarily end it. She will be sold and there will be nothing you or I can do about it. No way to tell where she will go or what she will end up being. Odds are by the first Spring you won't see her again. She'll either be killed in the pits - because frankly I've seen her... there's not enough left of her to do well in a fair fight - or she'll go to a private home. These decisions are made from higher up. Our dungeons are full to capacity these days and she's eaten half the street rats in Ravok. It's time someone else supported her. You have me now. And frankly, your training is about to begin now that you've done your duty as Yahal's stud." Kialandra said, laughing and trailing her fingers down his body, grasping, making sure he was ready for her. He was. She'd trained him well.
Kialandra joined them together, roughly, as was her way and as she moved over him, she began to softly speak. "You bonded so well with the forest cat because you are a killer inside, Abashai. Now that I have you tamed down a bit, I'm going to begin your training. You will systematically learn all the ways to kill a man, woman, and child. You will learn stealth, intelligence, and larceny. You will be given missions, to fetch documents, artifacts, or to simply still the voices of politicians that are not on the same page we are." She spoke in rhythm, her voice low and her mouth next to his ear.
"And your son will guarantee your cooperation, far more than any beast locked in a cage would. I want to turn you into a weapon, Abashai. My weapon. You are already my tool... used for my pleasure. Used for my ambition. Now I want to expand your reach and use you for far more." She said, biting his ear roughly and turning the sex violent. He bore scars from her and would bear more before her attention wavered.
Much later he was returned to his cell, clean, washed and hand fed. Anyone with decent hearing could hear the racket coming from Nya's cell which echoed down the corridor and finally revealed itself as a gruesome scene as the escorts and Abashi turned the corner and came up to their cellblock. Nya's cell was half full of soldiers, guards mostly, some on duty and some off. They were taking turns with her as Almaras watched, a cruel smile on his face. It seemed with her new status she was fair game for any males with urges much like any of the other female prisoners were who didn't hold any special place in a breeding program or ownership by protective officers. The forest cat was in human form, not even naked but wearing her filthy shift probably to hide her exposed ribs and gaunt form, while chained to a big iron ring in the floor tightly by her neck. Abashai could see her expressionless face. There was nothing behind her eyes. He doubted she even realized what was going on.
Within their bond, all he could sense was extreme hunger and exhaustion... and even that was dull. He realized then it had been two days, no three, since they'd fed her a child. The last one had been only a toddler, a small half starved child with really no nutritional value to a forest cat other than that of a light snack.
His escorts left him in his cell, clothed, unchained, and free to move around.
They were both fed, though the bare minimum to keep them alive. And while Nya's curves turned gaunt and her ribs began to show - even after being given a child every two or three days to eat - Shai kept his form because Kialandra liked to feed him... like a pet. She was fascinated with it. And though she did not feed him a great deal, the food he received was from Kialandra's own table and thus of a higher quality than most others' meals in the place. He would not beg for the food, but he took it when she offered it, which was quite often. He was rewarded with fresh bread still smelling of the ovens and butter whenever he preformed nicely for her... whatever it was she asked of him.
And as more and more attention fell from Nya and onto Abashai, he was given a wooden training kopesh when he quietly asked for one, so he could keep up his strength as a warrior. Of course, the things he had to willingly do to Kialandra or for her in order to receive one - especially while Nya stood silently in her cell staring not a single emotion rolling off her - was a hazy shame in his mind.
Nya's defiance wore thin too. They only kept the artificial heat up because she did not take and did not take from Almaras' repeated attentions. The state she was in, more than anything else, contributed to her mind wearing thin and her intellect suffering more than anything. Nya grew more bestial, reverting to something akin to what she was when Abashai found her rather than what he'd helped her become. She got so used to Almaras' visits that there was no longer any battle. She greeted him like he asked her too on her hands and knees with her forehead pressed to the ground and while sometimes he played with her - Abashai likened it to a child playing with his food - he mostly just made it quick and left. It was clear though Kialandra and Almaras were frustrated, and Almaras was decidedly bored tormenting the kelvic woman.
Finally, they brought in an outside physician and had her examined again which caused her to be in the infirmary three days. This Healer was heavily endowed with Gnosis marks, three to be exact, and had a lot more to say about Nya's old scarring and the state of her womb than the infirmary physician who had preformed her initial exam. Indeed he worked on her with healing too for a good long while, but in the end clearly told the Ebonstryfe and the Blacksun that it would be very rare if the forest cat could reproduce because of old scarring which was hard for healers to fix. And he highly doubted she was going to do anything for their breeding program but take up space.
Kialandra was tangled in Abashai's limbs and they were in her chambers when she told him the news. The Blacksun had taken to having Abashai brought up for extended periods of time. Her chambers were expansive and elegant and much more suitable to the activities she liked or the training she wanted to preform. "Nya Winters is going to be sold most likely - either to the pits or given to one of the Kelvic Institute students to experiment on. She's not fertile and thus she's no good to us. Her status has already been changed and Almaras has been reassigned to another project. This is a black mark on his record, despite Nya's physical condition. He's never failed in his duties before. Rhysol will be hard on him." Kialandra said, stroking Abashai's long hair and tracing the symbol on his naked shoulder - the symbol of her House.
Finally she took his hand and drew it across her chest and down to her stomach. "You however, my beautiful defiant warrior, have not failed. LIfe grows within me. It is a testimonial to my belief that humanity will always be superior to the beast. You did well. I have been told it will be a son, and I have already prepared to dedicate him to Rhysol, even while he is still in my womb. Would you like to be present, my pet, during the rituals? I want to put him on the path to becoming a Druvin. There is no higher honor for a Blacksun such as myself than to be the dam of a future leader of our people. Your people now, pet...." She said, tracing his forehead and leaving a kiss there. She rolled then, so he was on the bottom, her position dominant and leaned forward. Her lips brushed his and bit down, tugging on his lower one.
"You should relinquish your bond with Nya to make her transition easier. I know you can. You can voluntarily end it. She will be sold and there will be nothing you or I can do about it. No way to tell where she will go or what she will end up being. Odds are by the first Spring you won't see her again. She'll either be killed in the pits - because frankly I've seen her... there's not enough left of her to do well in a fair fight - or she'll go to a private home. These decisions are made from higher up. Our dungeons are full to capacity these days and she's eaten half the street rats in Ravok. It's time someone else supported her. You have me now. And frankly, your training is about to begin now that you've done your duty as Yahal's stud." Kialandra said, laughing and trailing her fingers down his body, grasping, making sure he was ready for her. He was. She'd trained him well.
Kialandra joined them together, roughly, as was her way and as she moved over him, she began to softly speak. "You bonded so well with the forest cat because you are a killer inside, Abashai. Now that I have you tamed down a bit, I'm going to begin your training. You will systematically learn all the ways to kill a man, woman, and child. You will learn stealth, intelligence, and larceny. You will be given missions, to fetch documents, artifacts, or to simply still the voices of politicians that are not on the same page we are." She spoke in rhythm, her voice low and her mouth next to his ear.
"And your son will guarantee your cooperation, far more than any beast locked in a cage would. I want to turn you into a weapon, Abashai. My weapon. You are already my tool... used for my pleasure. Used for my ambition. Now I want to expand your reach and use you for far more." She said, biting his ear roughly and turning the sex violent. He bore scars from her and would bear more before her attention wavered.
Much later he was returned to his cell, clean, washed and hand fed. Anyone with decent hearing could hear the racket coming from Nya's cell which echoed down the corridor and finally revealed itself as a gruesome scene as the escorts and Abashi turned the corner and came up to their cellblock. Nya's cell was half full of soldiers, guards mostly, some on duty and some off. They were taking turns with her as Almaras watched, a cruel smile on his face. It seemed with her new status she was fair game for any males with urges much like any of the other female prisoners were who didn't hold any special place in a breeding program or ownership by protective officers. The forest cat was in human form, not even naked but wearing her filthy shift probably to hide her exposed ribs and gaunt form, while chained to a big iron ring in the floor tightly by her neck. Abashai could see her expressionless face. There was nothing behind her eyes. He doubted she even realized what was going on.
Within their bond, all he could sense was extreme hunger and exhaustion... and even that was dull. He realized then it had been two days, no three, since they'd fed her a child. The last one had been only a toddler, a small half starved child with really no nutritional value to a forest cat other than that of a light snack.
His escorts left him in his cell, clothed, unchained, and free to move around.
