A magical duel from broom to building top

Morgan's vision of the Warden's memory continues.

"Witness," the judge says once again, in the hall of the Outside Warders.

You bow your head, for you acknowledge your fault. But still. Still. Another trickle of juice threads down your naked leg. Do the judges, do the assembled Outside Warders scent your excitement? You breathe in deeply, your full breasts rising under your broad shoulders, their nipples stiff and full.

That night there had been an alarm in the old, historic quarter of the city, a wizard upon a building top calling down lightning. In a frenzy, he called down bolt after bolt until the city sizzled with strikes and smoked with their aftermath. Something had to be done quickly, or not only would the damage continue, the mundane world might have cause to know that a world of magic existed in its shadow. And if enough knew, there would be persecution, there would be hangings, and there would be burnings.

Astride your broom, you rode up into the stormy night, bolts crackling down from the sky. In the belfry of a massive, ancient church, you sensed a powerful magical signature, calling the bolts, bending them at whim to one target or another. Sirens blared from far off, coming closer. They should not witness this, so it was yours to end it. You had framed a simple, powerful ward to cut off the wizard from the storm. After that, you would merely have to suppress his powers until relief arrived, as it would swiftly. But you were the swiftest and most ready, and so the moment was yours.

Drifting slowly around the corner on your flying broom, you prepared to speak the words to loose your ward and stop the lightnings. But a powerful DISPEL broke your concentration, and as you struggled to right your broom, you heard the other one cry, "Torch, you BITCH, I KNEW you'd come."

Your face flashed hot with resentment. A big talker, Mercurius had been. And almost a worthy opponent. But despite his strength and speed, he had indulged in tricks and tactics aimed to humiliate. You had beaten him three times, and refused to contend further. And this night he would set the town on fire for a rematch. Very well, a rematch he was getting.

Spells flew back and forth as you dueled with the angry wizard, your broom dipping and dodging as you aimed to land a spell upon him. You started simple, with STUN and DISARM, but in your anger, you threw fire and ****, blasting pieces from the ancient church to land with clatters and thumps upon the street below. Angry and impatient, you threw CLIMACTICUS as he threw AVERT, turning the spell back on you.

An overwhelming climax seized your body, and you lost your broom, orgasming as you fell through the air. Fear and pleasure flowed through you, and everything happened in slow motion as you tumbled upon the wind, your center pulsing with hot pleasure, all senses fully open in the moments between the climactic spasms.

A fierce updraft lofted you up, your robes flapping wildly as your climax rolled on. In the storm, you heard your foe.

"I'm not FINISHED with you, BITCH!" Mercurius cried out.

Your hair stood upon end and your skin prickled. The world exploded in a white, actinic flash.

You blink, swaying on your feet as you face the judges.

The central judge speaks.

"It is the judgment of this court that Barbara Torch, Senior Warder among the Outside Warders, shall be removed from any office of command or authority, as these scenes witness that she neither obeys nor does she command her own actions with wisdom. She remains subject to the oaths of secrecy and to recall in times of dire necessity, retaining the rank of Postulant, now Penitent."

You tremble. You are now lowest of the low among the Outside Warders.

"Penitent, you are oath-bound to obey any full Warder. Do you understand?"

"I do, Senior," you address the judge.

"For your actions you will serve within the walls of our order for a year and a day, and then you shall be released to your fate. Do not seek further disgrace. Robe the Penitent and take her to her duties."

It was a long year. After a time you recovered your spirits, but one of the Senior Warders was never far away, making sure that your mind and will were never far from your penitential service. Your sexual solace was limited to yourself and to a few Junior Warders, mostly young men, fascinated by a high officer fallen into disgrace. Their pity and hunger fed your desires and provided occasions for mutual guilty release, and you gained a craving to subject yourself to the desires of the young, eager, and uncertain. At length you became accustomed to your service as a gray-robed Penitent.

After a year and a day, you were turned out, your wand and personal belongings returned. After a few months' aimless wandering, you discovered you no longer truly had an appetite for dueling. You craved something more personal and meaningful. But in the meantime, you heard there was an opening at Boarbristle Academy that was a perfect match for your skills. And perhaps once again there would be a contest worth your whole self, your strength, magic, and desire. Or perhaps you would be **** to submit, the whole of your will made subject. Whole in victory, or whole in subjection.

"Morgan, are you dreaming?" Fay asks. "Morgan?"

You shake your head. "That was some kiss," you say. "Warden popped right off, a big one, and I guess it bounced back at me." You've learned that the Warden has a thing for the students, and also craves a climactic struggle, as hungry to be defeated and serve the lusts of a worthy foe as to prove herself the mistress in victory.

"Shake it off," Fay says. "Two girls here who want to shag you, your old lover and your new one. Can't dally around waiting till NON PERTURBARE expires. So, Morgan, let's show Lolo what two Minervals can do."

Golondrina smiles, affirming her part as Fay states.

You have a FAVOR from Pipistrelle Clawson, Minerval Prefect.
Your roommate Fay in House Minerval is your FRIEND.
Golondrina Redmoor of House Leontes, is your FRIEND and owes you a FAVOR.
Barbara Torch, Warden of Leontes, is your voyeuristic HANGER-ON.

You have a GOAL (-2 to AMBITION) to get Golondrina Redmoor into House Minerval.

You have 0 XP, Ambition +2, Bravery -1, Cunning +2, Diligence +0.

Roll +CUNNING(+2) to HAVE SEX with Golondrina and Fay.