The forming of a new order.

An hour after the original group had entered the base everyone was sitting in the dinning hall. The twins have taken their usual place at each side of Uklag in the broad chair at the head of the hall. Celine is sitting at the left lower table together with the two newcomers, Droy and Alratha, only the man the succubi have brought with them is standing, running and busily setting the table.

“…and that’s how I recruited these two.” Uklag finishes his story and waves in the general direction of the duo. “To put it short: You couldn’t fuck Celine so you went into another village, crapping on whatever risks you would have to take to get laid?” Aelana laughs, “Sounds about right.”

Uklag points at the new servant, “Now, mind telling me who he is?” The man is the stereotype of the Estarian male, pale, thin and very submissive. He doesn’t look like much, to be exact his whole demeanour makes him look like he belongs to the inventory.

He puts down the last plate and bows. “Well, you know how in Estara the favourite form of romance is lesbianism, Master Uklag?” Analea asks and gently caresses his hair while Aelana is presenting some food.

“I am aware yes.” Uklag looks down at his other subordinates on the lower tables. “Go ahead, eat. That goes for you too.” He points at the man again. “Seriously tell me his name first.” The succubi look at each other and sigh in unison, “”He doesn’t have one.”” Uklag is confused for a second and then he laughs. “You brought me a DRONE?” His laughter becomes louder and it takes a couple of minutes before he calms down.

“Hahahaha, by everything that is eternal, you girls are absolutely great.” The book, ‘Modern Way of Family.’ First describes the drone. Men from a line that served a certain household for so long that they were no longer considered worthy of more than their second name, degrading them to what is pretty much a walking dishwasher. While generally looked down upon, like all other men, a household that possesses several of these drones could be called wealthy and influential without a doubt.

As such it was pretty hard to get hands on one of them. “So, do tell how the fact that a drone entered my base relates to lesbianism, sounds like a tale of fun.” And with a smile the twins start to retell the story.

A couple of hours earlier,

We had scanned the city for an hour before we first heard the rumour. We started at the outer circles, hearing about the men’s current talk. Needless to say the information they had was incredibly useless. Not to offend anyone here but most men in Estara are like sheep.

Once we had entered the inner city however things changed drastically. The few men who were around were kept on leashes, metaphorical and factual, while the women were trading and haggling. It was when we entered a tavern to take a break for a minute that we first heard it.

A drone was to be sold for no apparent reason, it was the talk of the city. “Buying a drone for my household, ah the honour it would bring us, what a good example he would be for the rest of my male servants.” We heard one of the passing noble woman say.

Further investigation revealed a few things, he was to be sold in a week, and….

“Yes, yes that is all nice and dandy.” Uklag interrupted in a moment where his mouth wasn’t stuffed with food, “But I don’t care about that, tell me of how you found him and how you got him out of there.”

“Fine.” Aelana said and continued their story.

To cut a few hours of search and seduction short, Analea found him in a cell in the castle’s dungeon. While we had found him he didn’t react to anything we would do, when we asked the guard, who I had just teased to multiple orgasms, why she said that drones don’t talk unless their mistress allows them too.

A couple of minutes later we found the bedroom of City-Governess Halja Jechton. After some talking she let slip that the drone was to have his tongue cut out and sold to some faraway noble because he saw something he wasn’t supposed too.

After we offered that we would take him today she refused. But after some more ‘talking’ involving some fun with some rather interesting belts with phallic objects attached we managed to get her see it our way. She even gave him to us for free if, saying that ‘She would just have to cut his tongue out really quickly’.

A little bit further fun and we managed to let us do that task as well. With his former mistress giving the official command of him to us he was stripped of his last name as well. While Analea had to stay behind in order to do some further ‘negotiating’ I left early to tell you about it, only to find you knee deep in that new whore of yours.”

“Why does everybody keep calling me that?” Alratha mumbles. To her side the Albino’s face has turned almost as red as his eyes. “How did that Jechton bitch look like?” he asks with clenched teeth. Analea answers “Around 35, dark brown eyes, very dark blonde hair with some lighter streaks.” “A little bit on the chubby side but not unattractive?” “Yes.”

Droy slams his fist on the table and Alratha starts to laugh in her usual mildly crazy way when a glass falls over in response. “That NOBLE SCUMFACE! Boss, you have to murder that bitch, she was the one that put me in prison. Don’t know how she became Governess in the meantime but still.”

Uklag looks at the Albino with cold eyes. “Did you just use the imperative towards me?” a confused answer, “Did I do what?” “Did you give me an order?” the room suddenly gets very cold. Sensing something is wrong Droy looks above him, where a giant icicle is quickly forming. “Nobody gives me orders.” The mage says, his outstretched hand makes a slight motion and a crack echoes through the otherwise silent room.

If the icicle where to fall it would impale Droy where he stands. His anger quickly fades and is replaced with fear. Normally he would have simply stepped away but something is blocking that thought from even occuring. Abnormally white skin becomes even paler, “I-I of course only want to implore you, Boss.”

Uklag smiles and the icicle is vaporized by a fireball. “See, we can all be friends, if you know your place.” A hint of that cold rage still remains in the mages eyes however, “But your request is denied, I don’t want to conquer any cities or take high risks. I will think about it at another time.”

The twins start to present him with food again, “You are so sexy when you are angry.” Aelana whispers. “You mean when I am angry at someone else?” Uklag asks with a motion towards the table. “Ex-act-ly.” She says pronouncing each syllable.

The rest of the dinner goes by without any major events. The drone eats what he is told to eat by Analea, Uklag discusses a few things about the transmutation with the twins, at the lower table Alratha and Celine have a friendly discussion. Droy sits by himself and keeps quiet, still shaken by how close he has drifted by the afterlife.

Eventually Uklag claps loudly to get the attention of the whole room. “We have three matters of business for now.” He exclaims. “First off, An, Al, let that Drone free.” Everybody is puzzled at that request. “Is that wise, Master Uklag?” Analea asks, “A human that far indoctrinated is often unable to live once set free, they just stop doing anything and die.”

“Well, I don’t care, I have no use for mindless drones, I want a fun time not a room full of idiots that nod when I tell them to jump of a cliff.” Uklag impatiently taps on the table. Analea speaks to the servant, “Well as the Master commands you are free.”

The drone speaks up for the first time, his voice is soft and melodic, like the music played in the background of high society gatherings. “Who is my new mistress then?” he looks around, first at Aelana, then at Celine and stops at Alratha. All of which shake their heads. Uklag bends forwards in anticipation. An even blanker look, if that even is possible, fills the face of the man. Then he starts to shake uncontrollably.

“I-i-i….” he stutters, never finishing the sentence. Uklag stands up and walks up to the man, who is clawing at this bald skull in confusion. Grabbing the man’s head he forces him to stare into his eyes. “Who are you?” he asks, “Whoever my mistress tells me to be.” The drone answers. “But you don’t have a mistress now, have you?” Uncertainty fills the man’s eyes. “No.” he omits.

“How does that make you feel?” Uklag asks. “Feel?” “Yes, what is it that your body is telling you right now?” “I am not hungry, I am not thirsty, I feel nothing.” Uklag slaps the man who then goes to ground. “Bullshit.” He shouts.

“Tell me, what do you feel? If I would have to take a guess it’s a hot cramp in your stomach.” The man looks at him in surprise. “Yes, confusion but more than that: Rage, isn’t it? Tell me, what are you angry about?” The servant raises his voice, “I am not angry about anything….No, it has to be your vile sorcery! You fie…”

“Cut the crap.” Uklag interrupts him. “I don’t even have to use magic to get you feeling what you do.” It is the truth, if Uklag wanted to he would have made him feel thankful towards his saviour, him, it would be much more effective. “Then why would I fell enraged?” The servant asks, confused again.

“Well, go through all the people you know and then tell me where the angers is strongest.” A couple of seconds go by. “Mistress Jechton.” He whispers. ‘Jackpot’ Uklag thinks and bows over him. “Don’t call her mistress, she abandoned you!” “No!” “If you give somebody a title you give him power over you. Call her what she really is: A Traitor.”

“No!” the drone whimpers, “I could never.” He starts to cry. “She wanted to sell you, you know?” “Yes.” “For what?” “I have seen a secret entrance to the library.” Now that was really interesting, but not important right now. “You have loyally followed her all your life, as your father did before you, and his before that. Then she gets rid of you because of that?” Uklag dramatically shakes his head. “What a traitorous bitch.”

Only sobbing. “You know it is true.” Uklag says and extends his hand towards the drone, “Take my hand. I will give you a name and a purpose.” The drone looks at him with unbelieving eyes. “A-a name?” Uklag smiles, it is no gentle smile. “Yes, you give everything you are to me and in return I will remake you. If you want to serve, serve me.”

The drone extends his shaking hand. Once his hand touches Uklag’s the mage pulls him up. “What is Halja Jechton?” He asks, “A traitorous bitch.” The tear stained face of the former drone looks determined. “You are my new Master. With that title I give you everything I am in return for nothing more than a name and a purpose.”

“Very good, from now on you are Zal, First-Servant of Uklag.” Two surprised gasps in unison, somebody just took offense to his naming. “”Master Uklag, why name him your First-Servant? We are so much more worthy of that title!”” the twins exclaim.

Uklag ignores them, “For the second point on the order, with seven people this organization has grown big enough to be the start of something, thus I will hand titles to all of you. As you already heard Zal is my First-Servant. Alratha, if you are as good as you tell me you are you will be my Dagger, Droy you will be my Treasurer or Ear, you can choose what you want if you even want to stay. Celine, you are not my servant so I will not give you a title.” Uklag turns to the twins. They look offended and somewhat afraid of what is to come, their hands cramped around the rings on their fingers. “You two will become my wives.”

Fear and anger turns into disbelief. “Are you serious?” Aelana asks, Uklag nods with a smile. “If I am to become a demon I might as well marry myself to two. I don’t give a fuck about conventions anyway. I swear that I will continue to put you ahead of all my other servants and that I will always do my utmost to protect you, unless my own life is in danger. Is that proposal acceptable to you?”

Aelana brakes down in laughter and Analea tunes in shortly after. “”It’s a shame it will be incredibly short lived but yes, we accept, Master Uklag.”” Uklag sits down between them again and they happily cuddle against him, two tails wrap around his legs possessively.

“Now, for the last point I want to discuss.”