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The Schism

Part 5

Text by JDLong

Illustration by link

I'd been in my collar for several years when things started to change. The first of these was the boys coming of age.

That caught me off guard. From my perspective, there was creche duty, then there was not. What actually happened was the boys were taken, by Ruth, to another place. There, another Demonius would spend a few months teaching them both how to get on in the world, and how to feed. I tried hard not to think about the latter.

The result amongst us slaves was dramatic, though. No creche duty! We could not stop grinning. We had dodged the boys becoming murderous monsters, and we no longer had to take turns feeding them. None of us could wipe the smiles off our faces.

That was a good time, and I think it lasted about a year. It is so hard to keep track of time. Demonia don't celebrate Christmas, New Year or birthdays. So the weeks blend into months which melt into years. Everything changed once more, though, when we were visited by Mistress Anastasia. For Mistress Anastasia brought with her a son.

I was waiting on Mother Superior in the library when they arrived. After fetching them beverages, I was forgotten about as they talked. As a result, I nearly lost my life. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Mother Superior was angry at Anastasia and did not waste time telling her why.

"Ana dear, I have always looked forward to your visits in the past. But you really have spoilt things this time. Why have you brought a boy?"

"Vanda, sweetie, lose the frown, dear. It really does not suit you. As to the boy, I have good reasons. Reasons I think you will be pleased to hear. But first, I must enquire on a delicate subject. Vanda, I would not ask unless it were important, does the curse still hold?"

Mother Superior became red with rage. I'd never seen her so angry. "You know damn well it does, Anastasia. Fuck you! I thought you a friend. Not one to come visiting and throw barely veiled insults at me in my own home."

"Sister, calm. I have good news, and I truly mean no insult. In fact, I think we can turn the curse into a gift, and this may be a very important day indeed."

"I'm sorry Ana, I have little patience for riddles. What are you prattling on about?"

"This boy is my son, Alexei. He came of age one year ago and has never killed." The silence that followed this statement seemed to last an eternity. Mother Superior looked into the flames in the hearth for ages, before firing questions at her visitor.

"Does he have brothers?"

"None with his gift."

"Has he mated?"

"No."

"He feeds as a Demonia?"

"Indeed."

"Who else knows?"

"Just my Famula."

"Explain what you meant about my curse."

"Is it not obvious? Your family's curse is famous. You so rarely bear girls, always the boys. I know I am breaking tradition... Alexei should approach your Famula. But this is too important. If the gene is dominant, we need as many boys as we can get. Vanda, this could change everything!"

"What does he want?"

"Mistress Vanda your house is second in age only to the Vladislav's," Alexei's voice was both deep, and sonorous. "If the gene within me is dominant, it will be important to share it amongst all to ensure healthy stock. However, I believe it will bring about upheaval to our political and social norms. Once the seed has been spread, I would ask for your hand."

"My hand? I'm sorry, sir, I do not understand."

"Your hand in marriage, Mistress. I would have you for my wife." Mother Superior did not stop laughing for an age. When she did, she found Alexei staring back at her unmoved.

"You are serious? Are you mad? Demonia do not marry Demonius!"

"Mistress Vanda, you will note already we are breaking norms with my mother brokering our mating whilst ignoring your famula. If our progeny carry my ability, it will trigger a civil war within our race. The aftermath, if we are victorious, will be huge social upheaval. Many of our traditions are based on our desire to remain hidden. Also, the need to hide the acts committed by Demonius. With those pressures gone, Demonia kind will be able to forge a new path for itself. I believe your house will emerge as one of the strongest. I would bind myself to your cause if you would allow it."

"Sir, we have used Famula in the past to avoid the hurt I may be about to do to you. Alexei, I mate with Demonius only to breed. I love Ruth, my Famula, with all my heart. What kind of marriage do you think you could have with me?"

"I... I'm not sure, Mistress. I do not seek to place myself above you. A consort by your side, perhaps? I would not expect you to abandon your Famula, or deny your sexuality. But once the gene pool is established; If we could form a union so that the original and strongest demonius come from our great house. It could be that the House of Bismarck-Demidov could rival that of House Vladislav in the new order."

My owner smirked at this suggestion, "Alexei, you have ambition. I'll grant you that. Though, I'd be careful Narlinea Vladislav does not catch wind of your plotting. She may be disinterested in politics but, Taydem Lupos has her ear, and has established her power based on her public friendship with Narlinea."

"Will you consider my proposal at least?"

"Arrange access to my bed via Ruth. I will brief her on my requirements shortly. Once we know if our offspring carry your gene we can negotiate how we proceed. For now, I will say this; your idea tempts me, and I see advantages."

"Thank you, ma'am, you are too kind. The slave's in attendance... They'll be silenced?" My heart raced at these words. He wanted me killed. Had I heard too much?

"No, sir. I prize my slaves and hold their hearts. I assure you there will be no leaks from House Bismarck. I would urge you to stay awhile, regardless of negotiations. I have a slave girl I think you'd enjoy. Her name is Jennifer, and unlike most girls in my collar, she would appreciate your impressive physical form."

"Really, Mistress Vanda, I have no need."

"Hush, man. I've just told you I only sleep with men to breed. Let us come to an understanding here, right now. You don't look for pleasure in my bed. There you will find duty. But, if you are to be my future husband, allow me the vanity of delivering some pleasure to your bed."

"Ma'am, if you put it like that..."

"Sydney, dear, go fetch Jenny from her kennel. Quickly now!"

"Yes, Mistress," was all I could say as I fled the library.

Needless to say, the mating occurred, and we slaves once more had Creche Duty to perform. There was a litter of seven babes, all much smaller than human babies at first. Six were boys, which pleased Mother Superior immensely. The only girl had flame-red hair and the cutest dimples. I'll admit I was smitten at first sight and almost looked forward to Creche Duty, just for the opportunity to gaze at her smiling face for the day.

As the children grew, I found I learned to love them too. Even if they were the source of much pain and suffering. I found myself in the creche more than just when on duty. We slaves were used for more than just feeding them, and I was assigned to teach them English and supervise their recreational time. Luckily I somehow escaped most of the cleaning duties. I had forgotten Mother Superior's comments about me on our first meeting in her car. Though clearly, Ruth had not.

The boys all had names with Latin roots, Maxon, Quilon, Venarius, Kajus, Orsan and Rufin, who, like his sister, had red hair. The girl was named Susanna, which quickly became Suzie.

The boys were, for the most part, well behaved, but the girl was a hellion. She delighted in acting up, and I lost track of the number of times she put thumbtacks on my seat or in my path for my bare feet to find. Worse, when I was on duty, she would smear hot chilli sauce on my genitals or add weights to my ankles. But on the flip side, it was my lap she ran to whenever hurt or alarmed by the boys.

It occurs to me that some might recoil in horror at an account of children tormenting a nude woman. But these children had grown up being waited on by naked female slaves all their lives. They thought no more of it than you or I at the sight of a dog or cat without clothes. Slaves did not wear clothes. Our genitalia were simply sensitive parts of us that they could use to cause more pain for little effort. It was no more than that.

Of course, eventually, they became sexually aware. Then, as Demonia, they took perverse delight in tormenting us sexually. Suzie would bully the boys away if I were on duty. Using her free time to ensure I was very aware of her presence. Ultimately she began hogging me any time I set foot within the children's domain. Finding humiliating or painful tasks for me to perform so she could enjoy my suffering.

Then one day, on reporting to the creche, Suzie attached a leash to my collar and led me through the schloss, until she located her mother.

"Mother, can I have this slave for my own?"

"Of course, daughter, but why do you want Sydney in particular."

"She is my favourite, Mother. I like how she smells when I hurt her."

"I understand, dear. Sometimes though, we can think we feel one thing about someone when actually we feel another entirely. Everyone else, watching, sees it as plain as day. But the people involved can be too close to realise."

My ears started to burn as the penny dropped. Mother Superior smiled at me. "I see Sydney has realised. Slave, tell my daughter how you feel about her."

"Mistress, I love your daughter with all my heart. It is my fervent hope that I am lucky enough to serve her always." Suzie's dark eyes went wide as I opened my heart.

"Suzie, does this change anything for you?" Asked Suzie's mother.

"Am I allowed?"

"You are old enough. But be sure now, if you turn Sydney, you'll own her for centuries."

"She can be my Famula? Do I have to leave home?"

"Yes to the first and no to the second, dear. Sydney will need special training. She has been a slave for a long time. She will need combat training and reacquainting with the outside world. I will need to find you somewhere to live, and there will have to be a ceremony. Also, given your lineage, it would be best if you had your first litter here, dear."

"Then, yes, I love her too. I realised when Syd said she loved me."

"Well then, girl. Go take your slave to your chamber. Make her yours and let me know when you want to collar her."

So, that was how I became my love's Famula. Suzie was as clumsy as any virgin in bed. But her innate ability to read my moods enabled her to have me screaming in lust for what seemed like hours. Strangely, she would not kiss me until I had first eaten her out. I knew that that act would change me physically, make me a famula. But I did not understand why she refused to kiss me until I had. When she did kiss me, they burnt like chilli sauce or acid, and I started shivering as if I was cold. Afterwards, I lay next to my love, staring at the ceiling. I wondered what the future held. I was exchanging being a lowly slave in a powerful house to becoming a high ranking slave of a satellite house. For now, after all these years, I would wear clothes again, and I would finally be rid of this ugly collar.

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