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The Schism

Part 8

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My love gave birth to six beautiful babies nine months after Tranamus departed. Five gorgeous girls and a single bonny boy. I could not get over how small and cute they were.

Now it was my duty, each day, to take a slave to the creche to feed them. On the first occasion, I took Willa, with Ruth in tow, to supervise. When I finished flogging her, unusually, Willa was sobbing uncontrollably. I knew the slave to be an extreme masochist after nearly a century in a collar. Often the girls cried. I appreciated first-hand that creche duty was no walk in the park. But this level of distress was not in keeping with the punishment I had handed out. With a glance of concern at Ruth, I felt compelled to check on her.

"Willa?"

"She's so beautiful, Mistress."

My heart skipped at those words, for I knew I would not lose Willa for nearly two decades now. Plus, there would be no funeral as there had been with sweet Gisele. Even Ruth was grinning from ear to ear at Willa's reaction.

"Which one, Willa?'

"The cute one on the left, with the mop of black hair."

"Her name is Sade, Willa."

"Sade," sighed Willa, clearly besotted.

The next day Jenny reacted similarly to baby Silke. Conversely, I felt piqued, rather than relieved, that this child would one day steal Jenny away from me. It took my love to point out my jealously was natural. I had known Jenny nearly all my life, after all. Later that night, it occurred to me that Mistress was not jealous of my feelings for Jenny. But then I was her slave, locked in her collar. I could never stray.

As soon as my owner was recovered from the birth, we were both summoned by Mistress Vanda.

"Daughter, are you free to travel?" Inquired Suzie's mother.

"Syd has the creche under control, Mother. If that's what you mean."

"Good, I have a job for you. I want you to go to America."

"I'm getting a new demesne?" The excitement in my owner's voice was palpable.

"Not just yet. You can leave your family here for now. This will be clandestine work at first."

"You need a spy?" My Mistress seemed as enamoured with this task as the, now lost, thought of a demesne of her own.

"Our faction is trying to separate Narlinea from Taydem. Narlinea will embrace the new males once they are revealed. Taydem, despite her veneer of progression, will resist anything that upsets the status quo. Taydem will likely move against Narlinea before the latter realises Taydem is not her ally. It is vital we get her away from her false friend as quickly as we can.

"Narlinea's creche is empty, and I've enough votes in the council to offer her a new demesne in the States. To encourage her, I sent a thrall ahead. A Dr Crump, who is a professor of psychology. I've given him funds to set up an asylum, which should give him cover to provide an environment conducive to Demonia."

"Surely a house of ill repute would be easier, Mother?"

"They are illegal in all but one State, Daughter. The puritanical Americans scorn the oldest profession. Perceiving violence a thing to be gloried in, whilst the act of lovemaking a sin to be kept hidden in the dark. Now I need you to observe Crump and assist Narlinea if she encounters any difficulties. Once she is settled, I'll send out one of your brothers to help her found her new demesne."

"Can't you just approach Narlinea privately?"

"I did try; Taydem has her so twisted she was positively hostile. Narlinea has always taken a dim view of the political necessities. Which is frustrating as House Vladislav has more political clout, and more money, than many of the smaller houses put together."

"Will Narlinea be safe in America?"

"Heavens no, but she at least ought to be able to see trouble coming. Plus, she'll be harder to find and safer than if she holes up in her Burg with her enemies."

"Will she go?"

"Nothing is certain. It is hoped Narlinea will see the need. But if Taydem can persuade her otherwise..."

Later in my owner's chambers, I watched as she fed on Tujuka. Honestly, I was a little jealous. But even with my increased healing, Mistress did not want me incapacitated or slowed while she was away. The slave had proven to be a veritable pain slut, and thus one of my loves favourites when hungry.

"Mistress, my love, will you be away long?"

"I'm going to try and wrangle a demesne out of this, slave. I may have to come back to report, but America is a big place. I'm sure I can get us all out there somewhere."

I thought a while before suggesting, "California, Mistress?"

"Ooh, yes, Hollywood, Silicon Valley and Standford University. A few thralls there, and we would have some serious political clout of our own."

"Is that how House Vladislav gained its power?"

"Sort of, but mostly by being the original and oldest. Every house can trace its lineage back to Vladislav. If we were a monarchy, Narlinea would be queen. Thankfully we are not, and votes in The Council are where the power rests. But we Demonia hold a lot of stock in bloodlines, and many listen to Narlinea... or her confidants."

"Do you think you could befriend Narlinea, Mistress?"

"Now that is an idea..." Abruptly my owner turned to me. "I'm going to miss your touch, my love. Come, feast on me while I succour on little Tujuka."

I needed no encouragement and almost dove between my lover's legs. I lapped eagerly at her delicious quim, keen to bring my Mistress pleasure. Unsure when next I would be allowed to show my devotion to my owner. In time we retired to a couch, and under the gaze of sweet Tujuka, still suspended by her wrists, brought each other to shuddering climax.

The next day Mistress Vanda stopped my love before she left. I stood holding Mistress Suzie's bag as Mistress Vanda approached, a look of concern on her face.

"Susanna, my child, I have grave news. Narlinea's famula has died."

"That is tragic indeed, mother, though I never knew her. Does it change our plans?"

"Actually, it may be easier to get Narlinea to step away... But it will delay things, of course. There will have to be a funeral first."

"Hmm, I'll continue on then, mother. I can check out the asylum and find my feet in the Americas before Narlinea leaves."

"That sounds sensible. Now, remember, no contact while you are away. Your face is unknown, so you can keep a low profile. Come back every month or so to keep me briefed."

I escorted my love into the airport after the chauffeur dropped us off. I caught a few people staring. I was dressed in latex as usual, though I had grown accustomed to the attention that brought me. Besides, a rubber pencil skirt, mostly hidden under a black latex mac, was hardly daring in cosmopolitan Germany these days.

After a long hug and a kiss, I forlornly watched my Mistress walk away through security to her boarding gate and her adventure in America. Wiping a tear away, I became aware of a silver-haired security officer staring hard at my face.

"Is there a problem, sir?"

"Not a problem as such... Just... When I first started this job, back in the Eighties, there was a famous missing person case. Two Engländers were suspected of defecting to the East. Haircut and nose ring aside, you are the dopplgänger of one of them."

"Ahh, but I was but a babe back then," I lied.

"I'm sure, but the resemblance is uncanny. We were all shown many pictures, and I never forget a face." He looked me up and down, finally taking in my clothes. "Were you seeing your girlfriend off?"

It was nice that in this New World I had emerged into, being a lesbian was considered normal. I decided to push the envelope a little further.

"My, Mistress actually," I smiled, lifting my chin to display my collar.

"Ahh, the redhead in the leather?"

"That was her."

"You are lucky indeed to be, you say owned, yes? She is very beautiful, as are you, fraulein. Or do you prefer to be called slave?"

"You understand D/s relationships?" I was taken aback by his knowledge.

"Ah, we see all sorts through here, fraulein. But don't be fooled by the uniform. My wife and I enjoy a bit of role-playing when we can." The man gave me a sly wink as he grinned at me.

I burst out laughing in response. I, the real-life slave, had been caught out as the prude. "I'm sorry, sir, I'm laughing at myself. I am so proud of my collar and wrapped up in my world. I did not consider the possibility. Sir, I'm a fool. Thank you for pricking my pride. I needed that."

"Is your love away for long?" He chortled back at me.

"It's uncertain until the job is done."

"I'm sure the time will fly. Good day to you, fraulein."

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