Concierge

In my company was a High Caste lady of Might Mevrengau City. Scholar Caste women as rich as a mage. Free companion of a sigrax who is the favourite son of the spokesman of the sigrax in the city’s board. She also has the most beautiful human face I ever saw; and a gorgeous enough body, even is not a fair match to that hearth shaped face.

Honestly speaking her body is just a bit too fat for my personal taste, but her voice more than compensates that. Has to be said that her sense of humour alone would be enough to make me consider to ask her to marry me, if we had met on Earth.

She was dressed as a luxurious sex **** could be, if she had a master who like his favourite slaves a bit more dressed than the average pleasure ****. She was also wearing around her neck the sort of obviously fake collar that mark a woman in places like that as a free lady of the city enjoying the game of walk in public dressed like a ****.

At least two sigraxes used to accompany us during adventures like that, men hired to protect our freedom with their lives if necessary. Both of them with a reputation of being as trustworthy as a Warrior Caste.

Early that day I had convinced my ’best friend’ to leave her free companion’s house in my company, leaving our guardians behind. She was wearing a large mantle to hide the indecorous clothes, and her so called **** neckless was in my handbag. That was how we had done adventures like that, since she revealed the fantasy to me.

We entered the Underdog Pub from behind, using the door inside the discreet fragrance store that opens to a respectable commercial street, and serves as a discreet access for that faerie land of quasi criminal fantasy.

That was our stablished routine.

As soon as we reached the cellar bellow the fragrance store, before we enter the hidden door to the corridor that would take us to the Underdog, lady Kaimirre of Mevrengau would take the mantle and give it to me.

In exchange I would take the collar from my handbag and put it on her. Since it was not a true **** collar it had not a real lock and would easily open if she touched a button, but the ‘click’ of a **** collar being locked was perfect imitation.

Kaimirre shivered when my hands touched her neck, as always. This time I allowed myself to follow her back bone with two fingers from the collar to the crevasse between her butt cheeks. This sexual tension between us was evident, even to her inattentive free companion. But I had never gone that far. We pretended to each other that is was a friendship without sexual innuendo, most the time.

Master gave me permission to kiss and play with her, a bit, if necessary, but he never gave me permission to have sex with the prey.

Kai believed me to be an art student at Alombri Art Academy, citizen of Might Lauwriin City. In her eyes I was a rich and bored Mage Caste lady, daughter of a necromancer sigrax and free companion of a whisper mage. We created the character to make it attractive for her, master and I. He wanted her, I wasn’t sure if for himself or for a client.

Probably the second.

As demanded by my false identity I was dressed like a bold and proud high caste lady, wearing in my left shoulder the special credentials that informed my status as a legal visitant from a friendly nation protected by diplomatic treaties. I carried a small dagger hidden in my right boot, and a small sword visible hanging on my belt. Both carefully chosen by my master to impress that particular prey.

In her fantasy I was her mistress. We acted it very discreetly the first time, but she became less surreptitious each day. Even inside her home, sometimes. That day she mentioned the idea that share our secret with her free companion. Invite him to the game, he would pretend to be my free companion and I should pretend to insist in keep her only for myself, mine personal pleasure ****. Albeit Kaimirre being joking_ she would no talk serious about the plan, not yet at least_her words do **** me to admit to myself that our time together was reaching the end.

The public but secret theatre we had been playing was obviously lascivious and pretended tobe assexual. Just meaningless fun. I was supposed to believe that she was not trying to have seduce me into having sex with her, or at least I should pretend to not be sure about her intentions. Same time, I could not pretend to be stupid or too naive; only a little naive. That's a hard elixir to mix, and one that don't last long in the bottle.

This time the collar locked around Kaimirre's neck was a bit different. I had sabotaged the mechanism so it would not open without the key. The fancy ornaments on it were easy to take of, however, and a normal **** collar was always under them.

Tomorrow lady Kaimirre would be branded with a hot iron, out of her city. She would be naked, immobilized, fully lost.

My master would inform her that she was not longer a free woman, and she would hate me for that for the rest of her life. Those were my plans.

Master Jondril saw who I was and what I intended in my eyes. That glimpse was enough to provide an understanding between us. He understood that I was a falcon-****, having know many other slaves with that function in his life. I understood that he would make anything to take me from my current master.

WHO AM I?

My real name is Sheera. Sheera is the name given to me by a former master. My present master decided that I would keep it, and since I am a ****-girl that’s the only reality about me that matters. However, the name given to me by my mother was “Ester”, Ester Maggid.

When the history I intend to tell started I had 28 year and was on Sharitarn since my 25. Don’t imagine me as a extremely beautiful women unless you don’t care about the true, I am not ugly but there is nothig special about my face or body. I am just a bit taller than most girls, with average breasts which are emphasized by a skinny body. Albeit that relative lack of fat tissue_ relative to the taste of most man on Mevrengau and region_ I do have a large haunch. My round butt attracted male interest since I reached puberty even on Earth, a planet where just for take a glimpse of a woman’s body a man risk prison, chemical castration for life, and even **** itself.

Most my life I had little muscle, and no need for physical strengh. For reasons that will became clear during this chapter I now have a decent enough muscularity, with stongh legs and an abdomen with visible divisions.

I was born and raised on Jerusalem, decades after the Global Unification of Earth make Israel (the State whose the city of Jerusalem used to be capital) irrelevant. I was born during a time of peace and freedom, science and kindness; or so I was told. My family was always controlled by my mother, as matriarchal as every other family in my personal universe of reference.

It also was amoungh the most rich families on Earth.

When I was 9 years old my father committed suicide, followed in a period of few months by my two brothers. My mother and my older sister never understood why they killed themselves, took me a long time to answer that question, but Ester was able to do so_ I did not had to wait for Sheera.

Same day I completed 11 years I became a Dodo.

Dodos are the members of a revolutionary group. Autruistic people dedicated to save the Planet Earth by killing as many humans as possible. Preferably causing little to no damage to other forms of life in the process.

Our main weapon during most my time was the virus designed to kill only humans . A little before I leave_ against my will_ Earth we started using magnetic bombs: devices that reach large areas and can be regulated to affect the electrosphere of one single specie without affect any other. The bombs cause instantaneous ****, and may prove to be what Genocide Militants needed to change frome dreamers to world shifters.

Unlike most revolutionary groups with the same short term agenda the Dodos does not intend just reduce the number of human beings on Earth up to half billion (which is the larger human population our planet can handle indefinitely) or a bit less. We understood that humanity cannot regulate itself, and will always breed up to strangle live itself. The same thing that rats do when they happen to have enough food to do so. Therefore the one and only way_ according to the Dodos_ to protect life on Earth is to reduce the human population to zero.

Better way to serve the cause in my case was to study Cryptology, in order to earn a chair in the prestigious University where the Global Defence **** goes looking for specialists in brake codes. From that position I was able to get information about many investigations against the so called “Genocide Terrorism”, frequently before they even begin.

I was quite good doing my most important job, which was always to keep the Dodos and our eventual allies one step ahead of our enemy. Since the first intelligence tests_ ordered in secret by my mother when I was too young to remember_ was obvious that my intelectual aptitude was far superior to normal. Confirming the tests I made myself an Global authority in my field before my 15 years.

My place inside the Dodos was behind the curtains, only half dozen times I had chance to take part in the action. Have a hand mag in my hands and actually kill people with it never became a usual experience to me, but I did that with success when the cause needed the extra help from me. The first mission in the field made me a strong advocate of the idea that every Dodo should have the experience of kill some soldiers and civils: personally. Because there is no better way to solidify a believe than risk your on life to kill it’s foes.

About ten years later I was caught by the vortex, and had the definitive prove that I was wrong. Nothing better to humble an intellectual.

The Dodo’s core believe is false, and false it would remain no matter how many homo sapiens sapiens I killed, in cold and/or warm blood.

Yes, humanity can reach civilization and advance in technology more than enough to produce more food than every human could possibly eat and still keep it’s population inside the limit of reasonable, indefinitely. Because humanity on Sharitarn does exactly that, and they don’t even have the concept of bird control.

Never needed it.

One thing I did not learned on Sharitarn was that man’s nature is to dominate and own the women, and women’s nature is to be dominated and owned by men. That I knew long before the Vortex find me.

Here on Sharitarn I heard_ from a, rare, woman sigrax_ that there is magical spells know by very few Mage Castes that allow them to actually read minds: directly! On the other hand, of course, there is also spells capable to protect a person against that sort of invasion. Didn’t told her (because she never asked) but, as a matter of fact, I can do better.

I am no mage, no sigrax, alchemist or warlock, but I do read minds. Always have, since I can remember. Using a sort of “spell” that no antimagic can block.

My technique to read minds does not reach them directly, I read the minds where they insist in write themselves, hoping to be read: the bodies.

Human body does not accept the arguments of mind, when it came to share information. It wants to speak every information it can find in it’s mind. The body can find everything that is in the mind, and do tell anything to anyone who asks. Mind reading, if you think about, is a waste of magic.

Once you choose to read the bodies around you ignoring of the words they say, also ignoring the words you have been told to be true about what is supposed to be written up there, the sexual frustration on Earth became obvious.

Look a moment longer and you will see the bodies, both male and female, screaming their main demands: females cry for strong hands of male to **** them into submission and keep them on their knees! Lesbians, like myself, are no exception. Even golden star lassies_ such as the women I was back in the days when I was free to decide my sexual life_ still look at men trying to find their master and constantly test them. Always hoping to find one who will pass the test. If we differ from heterosexual women on anything is that most of us are more obvious about the way we try to attract the man who will finally **** us.

Male body on the other hand, not by coincidence I suppose, speaks all the time telling you every detail about it’s need of beat the unruly women around them into submission. They have to **** the fractious among us into docile pets, have to keep us around them as a defenceless harem under their care and protection. Homossexual men are men who like to have sex with other men, who sometimes only desire consensual sex with other men, but look at them and you will see that their bodies still crave for a chance to **** us. To brake us, and keep us at their feet.

Strange as it may sound to you, men women are men and women: does not matter what kind of sexual partner they fancy.

All that is ridiculously obvious to any intelligent being who does not choose to be blinded by feminist catch phases.

On Earth is far easier to read the sexual text on women’s bodies than it is to find it on man’s. That’s neither just because I am a woman myself, nor just because I have a personal tendency to look for nice female bodies all the time.

Those two characteristics do help, but more important than any other reason is that: for males on my home planet to hide the true shape of their desire is a matter of survival. While women don’t actually have to do that. We can move like pleasure ****-girls as much as we want, any time we feel like, because no one will dare to question the dogmatic believe that we are just making a harmless and meaningless joke.

Like Lady Kaimirre, seducing me.

The only factor that limits female behaviour on Earth is the judgement of other females. That judgement can came in form of poignant comments made in the absence of their victim, that’s the more frequent. Or, obviously, it can came in the form of sexual interest.

Culture and Law on Earth talk about men as if every single one was a **** and some had just not been catch yet. Despite that I met only two girls that I would say that were not shamelessly lying about have been **** by a man, and both cases involved men and women living criminal lives in underground clandestinity. Therefore not typical citizens of Global Government.

In the other hand I met countless lesbians and bisexual women that proudly described about once a week a new sexual adventure that could not be honesty defined as anything but the **** of a pretty young girl. The main reason why women on Earth don’t dress, walk, and talk all the time like sexual **** girls of Sharitarn working in a pub, is the fear of ****. Just men are not the ones who they fear.

I feel the need to write about my own personal experience with lesbian **** on my home planet in here. That need I must, and will, resist. It would not serve my narrative here.

More to the point: all that information about sexual behaviour and human desire never seemed as important to me before the Vortex as it became after.

Sure, I had a secret life since my 11 years and to keep it secret the ability to read the silent dialogue between honest human bodies and self-deluded human minds was instrumental. In spite of that my sole interest in my own specie was how to exterminate it for good.

Anything else I could learn would always be a mean to that end.

Sharitarn has shown to me a new_ and more luminous_ face of humanity.

Was hard to admit that new face was better than any utopia I could have dreamed about up to the Vortex.

Fall into slavery was everything but easy to me. No surprise there, it is seldom easy to anyone. I must admit, yes, that it is not supposed to be easy to anyone.

My first three masters were peasants. Including the one who captured me soon after I felt from the Vortex.

Their sexual apetites were honest but simple. What they had for their slaves to do on their small peasant village were hard labour with little space for either creativity or intellectual curiosity.

They thought me to fear the men’s hand and the master’s whip, thought me well, and for that I am grateful. However if the only thing on Sharitarn was peasant villages I would have been always a paltry ****. The price my last peasant master asked for me was so low that the buyer insisted on complete it with a beautiful trinket. To avoid feel that he had taken unfair advantage of a good pal.

That new master saw some value one me, when I was given to him for the night. After **** me to orgasm something like a dozen times, and use my body as no man had before, on Earth or on Sharitarn, he talked to me.

Until sunrise he made me questions, and allowed me to answer. Next day he changed his plans and stayed more two days in the village, expending most his time with me.

As any woman would I imagined that he was in love for me, but a moment later I saw on him that it was not the case. There was interest, but of other kind. He had plans to use the potential he had noticed in me, not romantic interest.

After a period of training and test my new master liked so much his ****’s performance that he kept me. I was still under his whip that day, when the former thief Jondril entered the shadowy pub on the level 44. My owner wasn’t in the room, however.

Master Jondril was looking for a non-human. A criminal male vinshany (krashny, is how their males are called) know for deal in exotic slaves and for capture lady citizens of Mevrengau on their own beds. Our eyes met only for a moment, but during that moment I saw curiosity on his eyes being replaced by an insight of clarity.

Jondril was a mind reader almost as competent as I am. That I realized even before he speak his first word, pretending to believe I was a free High Caste woman.