Affirmation · Part 1 (1/2)
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Journal Entry 118 / 0544
I sighed and cracked my knuckles sequentially, feeling each one pop individually as I tried, not for the first time, to figure out what the Hell was wrong with the genetic sequence I was trying to decipher. Dogs have the most complicated genecode sequences I've ever seen in my entire life, the result of breeding pressures. I was trying to adopt that valid-breeding code to another species and it just wasn't working. I leaned back in my chair and rapped my knuckles on the desk, irritated.
I was pleasantly distracted by Aaden, who walked in from the living room, a puzzled expression on his face. "What's wrong, hon?" I asked as he entered.
"You know Perian?"
I thought for a moment. "Yeah… Isn't she one of Jahn's friends? Complete entalie', really young? Short femFel, with a funky cut to her fur?"
He nodded. "That's her. That was her on the tele. She asked me for a favor. One that involves you."
"About?"
"Well, she's going to the party tomorrow. And she said she wants to watch us make love."
I blinked. "Is that how she worded it?"
He grinned. "Actually, what she said is 'I want to watch some dick going into some ass.'"
I stared for a second. "Well, that's one way of wording it!" I laughed. "What did you tell her?"
"I told her we'd think about it. I know you don't like actually having sex in public, but this'll just be for her and her coimelin, and I don't think you'll have any trouble with it."
"Aaden," I said gently, "this is the first Rhysh event we've gone to since you moved in. It's been nearly fifteen years since we played at the Castle. Are you sure you want to throw in something as unpredictable as that into the whole morass?"
He padded around the desk and hugged me over the chair, his claws sinking slightly into my skin. "I think it'll be okay. What about you?
I thought about it. "It's almost a shame Perian's entalie'. She's adorable."
He nodded. "I thought you'd like the idea. What about it?"
"I'll do it."
"I thought you would."
"P'nyssa!"
"I'll see you guys later!" she shouted back from the bedroom. I sighed and turned back to Aaden, who merely shrugged. I would have expected at least a hug goodbye.
"You ready to go?" I asked. You look great, by the way," I said, looking him over. He did, with his black satin blouse pants and shirt. He looked like a pirate, especially with the four huge silver rings hanging from his left ear. I had given him those rings, and the holes to go with them.
"You do too," he observed. "Although I prefer you naked. Let's go." We walked down to the SDisk and said "Castle Rhysh."
"I know that. We'll get you there, too, you know."
We appeared inside the castle, at reception. A femCentaur stood behind the desk, confirming names and making appointments. "Kennet and Aaden Shardik." She smiled. "It's great you guys are back."
"Do I know you?" I asked, looking her over.
"Probably not. My name's Wendy. If you want, Niera here will show you around, since we recently refurbished the place and Pamela informs me that there you two don't know where the new showers and localized play spaces are."
Niera, it turned out, was an Uncia with her fur dyed entirely coal black. The reason for the black became very clear when I spotted two large rings, one through each nipple, made of silver. The effect was quite striking. "Would you like me to show you around?" she purred.
"I would," I said.
"Then follow me," she said, leading us down the corridor and up a flight of stairs that hadn't been there fifteen years ago. At the top, the stairs opened up onto the balcony that overlooked the Castle front foyer. "As you can see, we added some space to the back by knocking out the original power plant and substituting one off-site, leaving us with room for a swimming pool." She smiled. "If you come by later, you can watch Doc do a drowning scene with me."
"A drowning scene?" Aaden asked, looking over the balcony.
"You'll have to watch," she insisted. "It's not as bad as it sounds."
"Uh-huh," he said quietly. One thing I had learned about Aaden in recent years is that he had, or seemed to have, a fear of asphyxiation. He didn't like swimming, or space travel, or anything else that might suggest a lack of air.
Niera led us around the corner and said, "From here, you can see the entire length of the hall. The swimming pool occupies this half, and down there is the dungeon. We opened the space up a little further, and called in the tileworkers to do the design work around the swimming pool. There was some debate as to whether or not to put a version of Terra's Sistine Chapel scene on the floor of the pool with you and Paul in it, Kennet."
I scowled. "I'm glad you didn't."
"I'm pleased that we made the correct decision, then."
As we walked down the wide balcony, we passed Perian. "Aaden! Ken!"
"Perian," Aaden said perfunctorily.
"Well?" She asked, bouncing up and down gently.
"We'll do it."
"When?"
"Well," I said, "We have to get our stuff stowed, and I'd like a little time to get into the dungeon mood beforehand if I may. We've got twelve hours, y'know."
She nodded. "Make sure you call me!"
I laughed. "We will, Perian. Give it time."
"Okay. Bye! I've gotta find Menissa." We waved as she found the spiral staircase that now led down to the swimming pool.
"This way, gentlemels," Neira said. She led us again, off the balcony and down a short hallway. The space opened up onto a large octangonal room with a firepit, surrounded with cushions. There were several passageways leading off. To my left was a large bathroom space, enough for fifty people. "There are the cubbyholes, if you wish to divest yourself of your clothing."
Which I did, seeing as I couldn't think of a good reason to keep wearing them all. Aaden stripped down as well, and the two of us wandered out into the main hall.
I walked down the nearer of the two staircases, and as we reached the bottom Aaden gripped my shoulder. "Ken," he whispered.
I turned around. "Yeah?"
"This is going to sound crazy, but do you think you could get Tana to whip me?" He nodded in the direction of the dungeon, in which I could clearly see Tana working someone over.
"Only if she doesn't have tops' shoulder. Do you want just her to do it, or both of us?"
"Both of you. Please?" he asked.
"So many requests! My dance card is filling up fast. When am I going to get my beating?" I asked, mock-frustrated.
He laughed and said "Don't worry, lover. We'll make sure you get what you deserve." He tapped me on the shoulder a few times.
I laughed. "Okay."
He glanced behind me, at a scene that was going on in one room directly off of, and open to, the pool area. "Oh, look… a fur dyeing. I'll be right back," he said, walking over there and leaving me alone, standing there. Sigh. It's okay… I'm that impetuous too, sometimes.
Then I realized that Tana had released her last 'victim' as was standing by the side of the pool, drinking from a large bottle. I walked over to her. "Tana."
"Ken!" she said, suddenly hugging me. "How are you? I heard you were coming to the party, but I didn't know when or if you were bringing that beautiful lover of yours."
"Aaden?"
She nodded. "I've seen him around here before, but I understand he only plays with boys."
"Well, see, that's part of the reason I came looking for one of my favorite sadists. He wants you to whip him."
She looked surprised. "Me?"
"Yeah, you," I said. "I mean, unless you don't want to."
"No, no, I do! I do!" she said loudly. "I just… I didn't think he ever played with females."
"It's a strange request," I admitted. "He wants us both to do him.
She chuckled. "I think we can accommodate him."
As we stood there, I turned to look in the direction of the airbrushing room, where a tall Tindal was getting his fur bleached in preparation for a semi-permanent fur dyeing. Aaden stood watching as the first bases of paint started going over the Tindal's stomach. He glanced in our direction, and I caught his attention with a wave. He walked over. "What have you decided?"
"I'm going to go get something to eat, first," Tana announced. "But I think topping you would be a great idea, Aaden. Get yourself ready."
"Better yet," I smiled, walking around behind him. With a biocybe command one of the several things I had left on my work-sdisk back home appeared in my hands. "Don't move."
I put the collar around his neck, locking in place and attaching a leash that was barely 75cm in length. "Much prettier."
"Hey!" Aaden complained. "You don't expect me to wear this all night, do you?"
I pulled him close from behind and hugged him, running my fingers through his fur and pressing my crotch against his buttocks. "Oh, come on, lover, you know you enjoy every moment." I nuzzled him softly. He's so sexy, even when he's being plaintive and and pouty.
"I don't like wearing a collar!" He whined.
"Hush, lover. Let's go." I tugged on it gently. He smiled and came along, following Tana and I into the buffet room and grabbing small bits of finger food.
While we were eating, we met Tarrette, who was there with an incredibly beautiful human girl who was very tall and heavyset. The first thing she said to me was "His leash is too short."
"Oh, I don't know," I said, smiling back and tugging on it again. He was standing behind me, and a quick yank had him pressed up against my back. "I live having him this close."
"It's good to see you two again," Tarrette smiled. "Especially as a couple. Did P'nyssa come tonight?"
"No, she didn't. You know this isn't her event."
She nodded. "Still, I wish I could see her here."
"Maybe someday. It's a slow process, Tarrette, and for most it never comes."
"But you can _see_ it in her. I think I can."
"She's accepting, Tarrette. Encouraging, even. She understands and approves of what we do here, she's just not part of it."
Tarrette nodded. "So, what's going on with you two."
"We're going to whip this poor boy here," Tana said, pointing to Aaden, "until he cries for mercy."
Aaden let out a small "Eep!"
I laughed. "Oh, you're just a big baby."
"Uh-huh," Aaden said, smiling. "Infantilism games are not my scene."
"Come on," Tana said. "I'm ready. You go tie him down while I get my toolbag."
"Sounds good. You ready?"
Aaden inhaled, then let out a deep sigh. "Ready as I'll ever be."
I led him into the main dungeon room and pointed to one of the racks specifically made for males. "Over there, spread your legs."
"Yes sir," he said, smiling. As he walked away his smile hovered in my imagination and I thought it wasn't as pronounced as it usually was. I wrapped leather cuffs around his wrists and fixed them with short strands of rope to the rack, then knelt down on the floor and did the same thing for his ankles, finishing by attaching a leather ringbuckle to his tail and pulling down to the floor, tying it to the rack as well. As I stood up I looked into his eyes. "Are you okay?"
He nodded. There was something there, something that bothered me. "Aaden… what are you afraid of?"
He smiled, again without as much strength as I was familiar with. "Maybe I'll tell you afterwards."
Tana showed up just then with her toybox. Before I left him, I reached up and touched his hand, clasping it gently before releasing him
I walked over to Tana and knelt down beside her. "So," I said, low, "How do you want to do this?"
"First I have to ask him something," she said, standing and leaving me. I followed her.
"Aaden." He turned around. "What's your safeword?"
"Ken and I don't usually play with one."
Tana looked at me. I shrugged. She turned back to Aaden and said, "I think you need one. I recommend you use 'Vahbeth.'"
He nodded. The standard safeword. "I'll remember. Tana… Ken knows me better than anybody. Trust his decisions."
"I will, Aaden." She turned back to me. "Come here." I followed her back to her toybox, where we knelt on the floor again as she sorted paddles, whips, floggers, ect. "What do I have to know about him?"
"The most obvious sign is his legs… they start to shake really hard when he's going into shock. That's a warning sign- but don't stop playing unless I say so. We've played beyond that."
She looked at me. "Set… you guys play hard."
"Sometimes," I nodded. "If his eyes start to glaze or fade, stop playing, right there. Check his nose… if it goes gray, he's about to pass out."
She nodded. "Should I start?"
"If you would?" I asked.
She nodded, taking out a light flogger. "Okay, Aaden, we're going to start light."
He nodded and turned his face towards the rack, as the first strike came down, softly and easily. She followed it with a second, and he seemed to just float away that fast, without any real impetus. I could feel it happening to him… he was still there, on the rack, but what he was changed before my eyes, under the lash.
She started to build, getting harder, building until his body shook with each impact, building fast until he roared and flung himself away from the rack as far as the restraints would allow, shaking.
She dropped the whip and slammed her body hard up against his, holding him tightly. I could see her Felinzi claws digging into his chest. "Doing good, Aaden. Doing it hard."
He gasped. She bit him on the back of the neck, hard, and I could see his body fight this new source of pain, before she dropped him completely. "Your coimelin will do the rest." She pointed to another, heavier whip.
I picked it up, appreciating its heft, weight and balance. It was a white leather, 18-tailed thing about 60cm long. I swung it carefully before draping it over my shoulder. I reached out and caressed his back, feeling the heat emanating even through his beautiful fur. I stepped back and took a swing, gently. He shuddered. I took another, harder, and more, never quite building to the level of intensity Tana had reached when she had finally pushed him too far for his immediate condition.
I began to swing harder, pushing him further and further into his pain. I began to build further, and each impact left a deep, hot stripe where the strands came together against his fur. I slowed down, taking each one slower, watching his reactions as he shuddered against the rack. He legs were starting to tremble, visibly. I walked forward and ran my hands along the insides of his thighs, stopping as the back of my hand brushed his balls. "How you doing, Aaden?"
His eyes opened, fluttering against his will. "I… I love you," he gasped. He was starting to fade from us, his eyes glazing over.
"Five more, from each of us?"
"As hard as you can," he whispered, begging.
I nodded, smiling reassuringly. "You'll get what you want." I stepped back and handed the whip to Tana. "Five, 'as hard as you can.'" I emphasized his words.
She nodded and stepped back, taking careful aim before taking her shot, striking him hard. He screamed, but didn't move. She took her second. Again. Again. And her fifth stroke, a burning slash against his back that left him shuddering and moaning as he seemed to collapse against the rack.
She handed me the whip. I stepped back and said, "One." It came down hard against his back as I put my arm into it, hitting him harder than she had. He screamed again, and shuddered. "Two." The slash came down over his left shoulder, and he screamed louder, throwing his head back. "Three." Again, he howled. "Four." Again. "Five!" I snarled, coming down just to the right of his spine, over his shoulder, as hard as I could. He just groaned and laid against the rack, gasping.
I pulled my arm back, and did everything I could. I stepped into the blow, putting arm, shoulder, and back into "SIX!"
He screamed so loud they must have heard him in the banquet hall! He turned and snarled at me, his eyes wide with anger, fear, disbelief. And then they paled, as he recovered, and he looked at me, and he smiled. Then, he laughed.
I walked up to him, noting the bits of shredded fur that were scattered about the floor around his body. I put my hand on his back, softly, feeling the heat coming through. "Are you okay?"
"I love you," he gasped, softly, as I touched him.
"Tana," I said, switching into my 'toppish' mode, "Undo his hands; I'll get his feet."
She nodded, untying him as quickly as she could, while I did the same. He sagged against us as he came loose, and we both caught him and led him over to one of the benches, sitting him down quickly.
"Aaden?" I asked, looking up into his face. His nose was pink, but his eyes were still a little hazy. "You okay?"
"I will be," he gasped softly. "Ken?"
"Hmm?" I asked. Kneeling as I was, I was looking up into his eyes.
"I love you," he said again.
I smiled and rose, kissing his muzzle gently. "I love you too."
We smiled and laughed, and then he leaned over, grabbed Tana, and hugged her too. "Thank you, Tana," he said softly.
"My privilege, Aaden."
We sat together like that for a few minutes, then Aaden announced, "I'm thirsty."
"Me, too," Tana added. "Let's get something to drink."
I offered to clean up the toys and bag then, and Tana and Aaden nodded. "I'll catch up."
While I was putting the cuffs away, I looked up to find myself staring at a very masculine pair of boots. A feline tail wrapped around them, but I looked up into the very human face of the satryl those boots supported. "Ken."
"Lue," I said softly, greeting one of the true Old Guard of Rhysh. Although I had never been under her peculiar 'tutelage,' I was told that she was quite good at what she did. "What can I do for you?"
She glanced at her watch and said, "I need a favor."
"Oh? Of me in particular?"
"Of all the males in the dungeon, or as many as I can muster." I waited. "Do you see that slave over there?" She pointed.
I followed the line of her arm and found myself looking at a tindal, sex indeterminate, wrapped completely from head to toe in a seamless, gleaming black latex outfit. It was complete with a hood that covered and hid the Tindal's eyes from me… all I could see was the mouth, and that through a rather narrow slit. The tentacles were strapped down in back, buckles of shining silver and laces of strap black the only interruptions in that otherwise black body, reflecting the red lights and heat from above. My first thought was how hot it must be in that outfit. I turned back to Lue and said, "Yes?"
"At the 8th chime, will you be available for a piss scene?"
I thought about it and said, "I don't see why not. If I'm mid-scene, I won't interrupt it, but I'm not averse to it."
"That's all I ask," she replied. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." I watched as she walked over to the Tindal and attached a short leash, also black, to a small loop of rope attached to the wide, reinforced collar that made up the neck of the latex bodysuit, and led the slave away. As the Tindal walked, I pegged her as female, if only because of wide hips and chest and smaller waist, and the shape of the buttocks.
I packed up my toys and wandered back to where Aaden and Tana were standing by the pool. Tana handed me a glass of what tasted like pink lemonade and looked like tomato soup. She drank from her own glass and pointed with one finger across the pool. "The drowning scene Doc said he was going to do."
I turned to see Doc, a tall Felinzi and another of the Old Masters of Rhysh, tying Neira, the Uncia female who had first shown us around, into a harness with thick strands of rope. The strands went over and under both shoulders and across her back, high and low, but did not cross the neck in front. I was impressed. Doc tied her hands together behind her back, then tied her ankles together as well. He tied her wrists to her ankles so that, standing straight up, she still had a lot of slack in the rope. The last rope he tied was at the 'X' formed by the rope harness between those two beautiful silver rings.
During all of this, he was chatting amiably with Wendy, the Centaur we had met earlier, and with Neira as well. Although I couldn't hear what was being said, I knew that what he was doing was checking to make sure they were both of the right mind to go through with the scene. To my left I saw Borodir standing by the staircase, watching intently, playing Dungeon Monitor.
I turned back to the scene unfolding before us. Doc and Neira stood at one end of the pool, and with characteristic roughness he pushed her in, sending a large splash of water that struck his legs. He ignored the water and watched Neira closely. Wendy walked around to the edge of the pool Neira was closest too, soft paddle in hand to slap Neira's fingers if she tried to hold on. She struggled in the clear water of the swimming pool, trying to stay with her head above water, trying to reach the edge of the pool. Doc and Wendy fought with her, he pulling her away from an edge if she got close, Wendy slapping at her fingers if she succeeded. She was constantly being pulled laterally back into the water, and I could see in her face panic rising. She was getting weaker, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She struggled for a few minutes… she was tough, and even though these two people were visibly trying to drown her, she refused to give up. Finally, though, the struggle was too much and she went under. She sank to the bottom and kicked off, rising to the surface for a gasp of air. She tried this a second time. And a third.
She weakened even further, her fourth kick barely taking her to the surface. I don't think she got a breath of air as she sank beneath the water one last time, sinking to the bottom, squirming on the end of the rope. I looked up at Doc. He held the rope attached to her harness with his left hand. With his right he ticked off one-two-three-four- five and then pulled on the harness, hauling Neira to the surface. When she broke air she gasped, screaming. She coughed water and tears came from her eyes. He pulled her over to the edge and four people jumped to his assistance, pulling her out and lying her down on the tiles. She grabbed ahold of Doc and held him close, crying loudly and incessantly, coughing with the effort of catching her breath. Doc held her close, his arms wrapped around her to hold her tightly. "It's okay," I could hear him saying, "It's okay…"
I heard Aaden finally let out his breath. "Wow," he whispered softly. "That was heavy."
I nodded. "C'mon, let's go see if we can find Perian."
He nodded, still staring at Doc and Neira as they cuddled and comforted each other. And I could believe Doc needed comforting, too, after that. I tugged on his fur softly and he followed me obediently, still staring.
We walked back up the stairs until we were in a quiet space. "Pam? Where's Perian?"
"Perian and Menissa are currently in the social room."
I looked at Aaden, who shrugged. We headed down the hallway to the large, octagonal room with the firepit in the middle. There we found Perian and her girlfriend. Her girlfriend, as it turned out, was a gently overweight Human, with dark hair and brown eyes. "Ready?" I asked Perian as I came up behind her.
"Where do you want to do it?"
"Well, there's a private space off of wall eight, over there," I said, pointing towards the back.
"It's not that private," Perian replied. "That whole area back there opens up on all three walls. Not to mention it has windows to the outside."
"Windows don't bother me," I said. "It's people in the room."
She chuckled. "I have four people."
"Including you?"
She nodded. "Why don't you two get ready, and I'll meet you there?
I looked back at Aaden. He nodded. She smiled and jumped up, enthused, and led Menissa out. Aaden and I wandered back to the not-quite so private space we had decided on earlier. As we looked around, we saw that it was indeed pretty accessible to anyone from the social room. I shrugged and he smiled, pushing down to the floor. The room was covered in a crazy-quilt of multi-colored cushions, most of which were squashed squares of foam. Both light and firm, A
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