PART 7

THE BLOOD OF RONDAKALOR
(chapter contains a small bondage/sex scene at the end – just for those who only scroll through for the HOT parts )

Theme of the RONDAKIAN REALM:
Sky blue, by Peter Gabriel  www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHMoRu…

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“It would probably be best to go first to Rondakalor, and then clockwise to Xishaikalor, Jellrakalor and Mambakalor, before returning to Arankalor. After this, crossing the Endless Sea and tend to the seals in Kigukalor and Shalikalor.”
It was the Countha, first minister of the Alboran government, speaking. She stood at a large map on the wall and pointed here and there with a long stick.
Several high ranking witches, the Achaian ambassadoress, the old Spica, plus Dana and her friends were in attendance.
Con-fy-deths, mainly cats and snakes or birds, but also two rabbits and a hamster, were there too, resting on the tables before their respective witches. Sirf nestled in the Spicas lap, while the oldest witch of all was sucking on a huge pink candy on a stick.
Dishes with cheese, bread, fruits, candies, schox and dried meat were on the tables, likewise carafes with water, wine or juices.
Dana asked, chewing on some cheese:
“Can we make all journeys by dragon, apart from the one across the Endless Sea?”
The Exterior witch answered the blonde:
“Probably not. For the first destination, the Rondakian seal, there are flight lines crossing Rondakalor, but first there are often wars raging in the realm, which interrupt the lines, and secondly, the actual location of the seal is in the Rukuros.
That’s a vast wilderness of forested hill country with the odd mountain peak in it. Its about as big as Central Arankalor with Achaia, Doranian Empire and Telestak together, and there are nearly no settlements there. So, neither dragon ports nor good country for dragons to land and feast can be found there.
Best would be to fly to Kuybi Kala, the easternmost city of the empire of Tresha Kor, and then continue on horseback. You see, the dragon line there goes southeast, passing the Rukuros in the south.”
Dana remembered that Tresha Kor was Zushas home country, and she shot a quick glance at the Rondaka. The beautiful Redskinn busied herself with a cigarette she had just mouthed and didn’t look up. The blonde shrugged inwardly. The time to solve the mysteries about Zusha would come, and maybe soon, when they travelled to Rondakalor next.
The discussion wandered briefly to the locations of other seals, before returning to the Rondakian One. Dana helped herself to some more apple juice and drank a big quencher.  Tashmal at her right was peeling an apple with a small pocket knife, humming an Achaian melody.
Last night, they had held a great reconciliation, with much sex as well as hugs and soft kisses. They had started the night with smoking Shalimos, and Dana had become all gigglish and dizzy. Today she felt both refreshed and relieved. The time of discord with Tashmal had been very hard for her.
Out of an impulse, she reached under the table and rested a hand on Tashmals booted knee. The Achaian sent her a hot look at that and smiled wickedly.
“Maybe you two should follow the discussion again,” Zusha said deadpan from Danas other side, blewing out smoke from her freshly lit Kaskago.
To her own surprise, Dana reddened a bit. Hastily she looked back to the Countha and the large map, but she left her hand on Tashmals knee.
The Countha was just saying:
“So you should try to reach Kuybi Kala by dragon, avoiding areas of war. For the first part of the journey, the route through the Kerkemark is most naturally out. There is constant war AND the death knightresses want to get their hands on Lady Danadeva too. The southern route through Daca is likewise blocked, as we now have learned its probably Dacas behind all these abduction attempts on Lady Danadeva. So it must be the center route, through Telestak and southern Guljana, entering Rondakalor just south of the Prullu Priga Marshes.”
Dana said:
“I think we can take the same route as we did in the other direction. From here to Lashayette, then Audenk and Moravan in the empire, finally entering Telestak, and onwards along the line you described, Witch Countha.”
The Countha nodded. The old Spica, still sucking on this huge pink candy, chuckled for some reason.
Suddenly, something occurred to the blonde, and she turned to Tashmal:
“Love, back when you fetched me from the inn, and brought me to Audenk, why didn’t we take a dragon there to Lashayette?”
The Achaian suddenly reddened. She obviously tried to win time by busying herself with the apple, biting into it and chewing.
It was Zusha who answered instead:
“Tashmal probably wanted to have time with you alone, as she most obviously found you of some… ahh.. interest.”
“Ohh, I see.”
Tashmal reddened deeper. With her mouth full of apple, she mumbled:
“An Achaian whore is entitled to some fun, and I had to teach you so much. And…”
“Its okay, my cute whore, I forgive you,” Dana beamed and slid her hand under the table under Tashmals skirt, finding her sex and caressing it.
The Achaian groaned in surprise and heat.  Everyone laughed, which lightened the mood just fine.
“You may consider raping her on the spot, right here on the table. Everyone would enjoy that. We can bring a strapado dildo for the purpose.” It was Sirf in Danas mind.
She laughed loudly with the others, while thinking:
“Dirty old male.”
“Always at your service.”
The Countha cleared her throat and said:
“I call the meeting to order. So it will be the central route, by official, commercial dragons.  An own special dragon of  Albor will only raise suspicions. And I think we have a good team here, no need for ahhhh… subtractions or additions now.”
The witch turned to Trish, who was sitting beside her knightress Zoet, pale and with heavy makeup, her light blue eyes looking very dry and exhausted.
“We all share your grief about Kleer, witch Tuch-en-Rell. But the mission must come first. You must accept a new con-fy-deth. It has been decided it will be another bird, a falcon. His name is Horsh. You will meet with him after this session.”
Trish nodded, but said nothing. Zoet hesitated, than took Trishs hand on the table, a strong gesture in public among the very reserved Albas.
“Sirf? Will Trish get over it?” Dana asked in her mind.
“She is strong. She only needs time.”
“I never spoke with Kleer…” Dana thought.
“He was a nice guy.”
“Guy?”
“A term for a male, something light like “girl” in the meaning of “young, pretty woman”.”
“Ahh, I see. Can you tell me about him?”
“He didn’t speak much with other con-fy-deth, was mostly up in the solitude of the sky, flying about. He was an experienced dreamwanderer. He taught Trish most of what she knows about it. By the way, I think its time I take over your training in this respect. Your potential is so great, we MUST train you that you can make full use of it.”
“Is it true that I am stronger than all dreamwanderers of the witches?”
“It is, booted heroine. You are the strongest I encountered in over… well in a very long time.”
“Sirf?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t know if I really like being all that. A strong natural born warrior, a soul that can pass the portals to the seals, a superstrong dreamer, all that. Its… its like a sack full of stones bound to my back. I have the feeling there is a new stone put into it every day.”
Sirf was quiet for a while.  The others discussed details of the upcoming journey, the Exterior witch and Zusha answering questions about Rondakalor. Dana had long since removed her hand from Tashmals sex, it rested on the table again. She reached for her cigarettes, mouthed one and lit it. She felt Tashmals and Zushas eyes on her while doing it. They like it when I smoke, she thought. At least they see in me still a hot girl, and not a super heroine.
Sirf was back:
“That’s the way with heroines, Danadeva. In the stories it always looks great being a fearless warrior or powerful maga, but from the inside its quite different. It’s the real battle you have to fight, the real test for your strength. Can you carry the burden? Can you stay yourself during the whole thing? Someone who has no doubts and no feelings, but can slay enemies by the thousands is no heroine, but a monster. I knew some of those in my time.”
“Do you… fear I could become such a monster, Sirf?”
“The danger is always there. Remember what and whom you love. That’s the most important thing. Considering the enormity of the sack on your back, I think you are doing quite fine up too now. And everyone just LOVES it when you become arrogant again. You are quite hot that way.”
“What? I? And arrogant? I don’t know what you…” – Dana was interrupted by Sirfs laughter in her mind.
“Your mixture of coolness and naïve innocence is another point. Its so cute.” The tomcat continued to laugh in the blondes mind, who was slightly annoyed. Sure, she was still naïve in some respects, but when was she arrogant? Slightly angered, she took another drag of her cigarette, blew out smoke and threw her head back, hair flying.
Now the Spica laughed too. Probably listened in on the conversation, as Sirf was HER animal after all.
The ex-maid decided she would think about the sack on her back and her alleged arrogance later, and returned her attention to the meeting.
Zusha just said:
“In the Wozhat of Shiki Vija the political situation is quite stable. Or was, when I was still back in Rondakalor,  prior to my abduction. The country is ruled by a council of merchants, made rich by the river trade on the Djin Jar.”
The Exterior witch added:
“According to the last reports of our ambassador  there, this is still the case. So you should probably be able to traverse the country without difficulty. But further east, there is war between the Wozhat of Vorno Neji  and the Empire of Tresha Kor. Latest reports state the war is resting during winter, but one can expect aerial activity, so it might be unwise to cross Vorno Neji on dragon.”
Zusha took over again:
“Further north, the Wozhat of Momo Waka isn’t safe too. The country is in turmoil, different factions fighting for the Wozha-throne. Better to go southeast from Shiki Vija, to the city states at the Do Dar and Vog Sho rivers. From there we can travel northeast again by air to Tresha Kor and its easternmost city, Kuybi Kala.”
The Countha  had strolled over to a table, took a Shalimo cigarette out of a large, slender stone box, and mouthed the stick. Now she mumbled, while producing a small magical flame at a fingertip:
“You will then continue on horseback into the Rukuros.  Or maybe you can take a river barge or ship for parts of the way.  There are some mines and lumber mills in the western part of the area. Mmmhh!” – She lit her cigarette, continuing:
“Maybe Lady Zusha can tell us more about the Rukuros and the dangers there.”
Zusha nodded and said:
“The Rukuros are wild and dangerous territory. Many wild beasts, especially ground dragons of different kinds, and wood spiders. Both spiders and dragons dont fear humans and usually attack on sight. Then there are savage tribes of female humans, elves, and last but not least Orcs. Your so called Orc-realm in the southeast of Arankalor is not the only region they dwell. The savage girls and the elves bring high prices on slave markets, therefor slave hunters are out there too.”
“Sounds wonderful,” Tashmal intersected, and Dana knew her lover especially thought of the spiders.
Zusha smiled wryly:
“As I said, its dangerous out there. As had to be expected, the seal seems to be located in the center of the realm, which is unexplored and probably infested with wild beasts and Orcs.  It might not be wise to travel there with only a group of nine girls.”
The Witch-orl_General, commandress of Alborans armed forces, called out:
“We can hardly muster a military expedition and send it through various Rondakian countries.”
Zusha nodded, playing with a fresh cigarette between her black gloved fingers.
“I have something else in mind. When in Tresha Kor, I will contact my Tra Ka Dar order, or maybe we can already do it from here via dreamwandering. I take it they know through the Alboran ambassador about the danger of the male invasion, and I will ask them to provide us with a strong escort of warriors and combat magas.”
The Countha asked:
“You have the power to do so, young Tra Ka Dar?”
Sirf said in Danas head:
“The Countha already knows who Zusha is through her con-fy-deth, but its time for the pretty Redskinn to tell us the truth.”
Dana eyed Zusha, barely able to hold back her curiosity now. The Rondaka hesitated, put her cigarette between her black lips, lit it, sucked in and blew out smoke, took the stick between her gloved fingers. Everyone waited.
“Yes, I have the power. I am of The Blood, meaning of noble birth. My birth name is Shija Shu, I am the only surviving daughter of the ruling empress of Tresha Kor, and heiress to the throne.”
The older witches didn’t seem surprised the least, but Dana and her friends all stared at Zusha, except Niyi, who hadn’t looked up during the entire discussion, she playing with some leather cords a dexterity game with her fingers.
Zusha (or Shija Shu?) met everyones gaze proudly, but she took another drag on her smoke, sucking heavily. So she was nervous after all. To say Dana was totally surprised about the revelation was an understatement. Her friend, who she had first encountered when the Rondaka was a helpless pleasure slave, the heiress to the throne of a mighty empire? Was there fate after all? Or goddesses at work, who had brought them together? Being among the witches and with Tashmal around, Danas faith in the goddesses of the Reigen had wavered by a large amount, but this? Could it be anything else than the work of the goddesses? Dana didn’t think so.
Sirf could be heard again in her mind:
“Oh, heroine, its statistically not very likely, but so are your constant bondage adventures. Call it pure chance, faith, the will of your goddesses or plumpudding, it is like it is. And we are very lucky in this case. Your redskinned friend will be of great help over there. On the other hand – she hasn’t been abducted and sold as a slave out of coincidence. She has mighty enemies, and its probable that we will encounter those too, over in Rondakalor.”
“I see, wise cat,” Dana thought.
Tashmal broke the silence:
“Had I known that back there in Maulburg were I bought you, I could have made an incredible sum by selling you to the right people. .. damn, I could have retired after this.”
The witches, Megan among them, laughed, and Dana realized her lover was joking. The Achaian continued:
“I gather you prefer we still call you Zusha, right? The birth name of the heiress to the Ruka Ro, the High Queen of Tresha Kor, is not voiced lightly, especially by foreigners who wish to keep their tongue.”
Zusha said evenly:
“You are right, Tashmal, lets continue calling me Zusha. I will reveal myself once we are in Tresha Kor, and all help of the empire will be ours – I hope.”
“You, … ah… hope?” Dana asked.
“Politics are a dangerous and difficult game. I have vanished for over half a year. I heard from the witches there has been no other heiress announced by my mother – yet. That can change every day. I am surprised my mother hasn’t taken this step already long ago. I presume she has been informed about my fate and my wellbeing.”
“She has.” The Spica spoke for the first time.
Everyone looked at her, but she returned her attention to this pink candy of hers.
Zusha nodded, continued smoking.
Rowenn, eating some dried meat which she just had salted strongly, joined the discussion:
“It would be a real good thing to have a strong escort in the Rukuros. It should not be too large, as a big group calls attention on itself, but two dozen experienced Tra Ka Dar and some combat Magas would be a nice thing to have at hand in a region like this.”
Zusha answered:
“60 would be better, but in principle I agree.”
“Very well,” the Countha took over again.
“So we have a plan and travelling route. The winter is soon coming to an end, the spring thaw with rain and mud on the continent is near. Dragons fly in rain too, at least the large kind. So that should pose no problem. But the mud can become a problem in the Rukuros.”
The Rondaka took that one again:
“Its not as bad there as it is in the plains in the south. We should be able to deal with it.”
Dana sighed. She thought of another smoke, but took a slice of cheese instead, rolled it up between her gloved fingers, and stared down on it before announcing:
“Well, then lets not waste any time. I propose we start the journey tomorrow.”
Tashmal made a face, but said nothing. The witches voiced their agreement. Zusha looked at the blonde and nodded to her.
Suddenly, Tashmal laughed and said:
“Sextorturing the heiress of the Ruka Ro is a first for me, at least with me knowing who she is. So girls, we have one night for the fun…”
Everyone laughed, except Niyi, who at least showed a fine smile, and Zusha who looked with a trace of alarm at the Achaian.
Dana laughed:
“Why wait till the night?”

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“Lookie here, our princess seems quite hot now.”
“Ummmppff! HUMMGGSCHMGLBBL!”
Zusha was standing in the chamber, naked save for black latexa sheeting her arms and legs. A tight white three part latexa gag denied her speech. Her crossed wrists were tied high above her head to a bar below the ceiling. She stood on her rubberized toes, sweat covered her body.
Dana, Tashmal and Marule had teased her by kissing, licking and fondling her body for several minutes now.
The Rondaka groaned into her gag, shuddered and shivered.
“So you didn’t reveal your true identity to us, girl. But now we know. Now, it’s a royal heiress in our total power. Reassuring that those are as hot as we more mortal girls.”
Tashmal laughed and retreated again. Now it was Danas turn again. The blonde held up a black latexa corsage, glistening with lust cream. Zushas eyes got even wider, she shook her head weakly.
Mercilessly, Dana put the corsage around the Redskinns belly, waist and back. Zusha screamed and struggled, while Dana laced the item very tight.
Zusha responded eagerly, constantly issuing gagscreams.
Tashmal stood beside and smiled wickedly.
Zushas night under sextorture had only just begun…