You follow her

“Sure, your work sounds interesting,” you agree, “can't wait to know more of it. You must be really intelligent.”

“You are sweet,” Kryptia says blushing, “then follow me! And for you, egghead, I don't need you today. Enjoy your free day. It's probably the last one.”

“As you wish … mistress,” the head of scholars stumbles unsure.

Kryptia leads you through the castle. You meet a few soldiers of the witch on your way to the library. Most are orcs but there are also a few goblins. You also meet a few woman from the town who support Keylaras regime. Most of them have enslaved men following them. A few were stripped or **** to walk on all fours. But Kryptia seems to not demand this from you.

Of course everyone knows you and don't dares to touch you. As long as you are the property of the dark witch you are quite save. The townspeople and normal soldiers will not want to mess with her and since she is the only one who can activate your collar it is a great risk to threaten you. Soon you arrive at a old guest room. It was used by your fathers squire a few years ago. But the squire graduated a long time ago and is now a knight himself. So the room was unused because your family has better guestrooms and never got that much visitors. Except of the conquerors right now of course.

Inside the old guestroom is hard to recognize. On the small table are now dozens of dried herbs. Strange symbols are painted over the walls and the floor. And there are five candles building a Star on the ground. You also see a few strange bottles with colorful fluids inside. There also is a comfortable bed and two chairs. Kryptia points wordless to a chair for you to sit down. She goes over to the bed.

“It's such a shame that I always get old and ugly slaves while the mistress keeps the best slaves for herself,” “the fit, strong and handsome slaves are always granted to either mistress Keylara or general Zarraz. And even this bitch Valaria gets better slaves then me. So … I am very happy you agreed to serve me now. I really appreciate it.”

You only nod agreeing and understanding. You know how it is to be in the shadow of others even if you have the better abilities. But suddenly you see a book with a silver cover at the table. You remember it as one of the magic books from the library.

“Hey, isn't that a book from the library?” you ask, “>The history of magic in botanic and alchemy< I never read it but I heard my teacher talking about it.”

“I think so,” Kryptia answers, “to be honest I only took it so the fucking elf can't get it in her bony fingers. I have no use for it. I can't even read. Grew up outside human society. Raised by another witch. All I know I had to remember from her.”

“Impressive,” you say, “you are very talented. Can't understand why the dark witch didn't supports you more.”

“Thanks,” Kryptia says blushing while she embraces one of her legs like a schoolgirl on a sleepover, “you are so sweet. To be fair, the mistress made me one of her elite soldiers. So compared to the most other soldiers I cant complain. The library is actually being cleaned from all books that didn't support our mistress regime. All magic books are given to the mistress and the elite soldiers who can use magic. This means everyone expect Zarraz. I would give it to you, but mistress Keylara forbid it. No magic book is supposed to be given to a men. Especially to a ****. But you can make yourself useful otherwise. I was up all night so that I can now sleep and dream. Dream-magic only works while someone is sleeping. And I use it for myself. But I need to be happy, relaxed, stimulated and so on. Otherwise I am in danger to be attacked by nightmares and there is always a chance to not survive. I would be a messed up psychic wrack. There are different ways to reach the good emotions. I could win a game, drink a relaxing tea, throw a fireball on Valarias hair or having sex. Normally I would order my **** to make me a tea while I prepare the ritual but right now I have a good looking, healthy ****. I see no reason to waste this chance for tea. Now I need you take of your shirt. Let me see your famous muscles, I heard some women from the town to go into raptures about your body. I want to have what they never will get.”