Searching

“What do you want Zantano?” Emhyr groaned expecting him to bow, “Information!” “You’ve been back here countless times and still haven’t learnt to bow!” “Look at my size... it would look a mess!” “I would offer you a drink but I want you out as soon as possible. So speak!” “A friend of mine is looking for the sorceresses from the Lodge. Not really close but close enough for her to worry about them, they said some were here...” “Yes, a few months back Yennefer and Philippa were here. Well as Yennefer was going out Philippa came in. Both wanted to become my advisor, I made a deal that Yennefer could if she returned Ciri but she didn’t so there was no chance in hell of that happening. Philippa came in and as you would say nudged her out of the way. She is a great sorceress but I don’t like her. Well to be honest only you like her...” “Can’t argue with that, she does have that nature to piss a lot of people off... so what happened?” “I much like Radovid don’t want anything to do with Sorceresses. I tried to arrest them both however, Yennefer had already fled and Philippa summoned a portal and escaped. I sent hunters after her but they lost the trial in Novigrad. I am not sending men into HIS lands for some Sorceresses that I just want dead. They are his problems now!” “Thank Emhyr!” he nodded before summoning his guards to the open the door snapped, “And Zantano... don’t ever visit me again unless it’s claiming a reward for brining Radovid’s head!” “Yeah! Yeah whatever!”

“Sire, you have a guest. We told him to wait but you know him!” Radovid growled looking over to the metallic figure breaking his concentration of studying his city and now sitting down Radovid growled, “What?” “I’m tracking down the Sorceresses from the Lodge plus a few others. Seen them?” “Now why would I tell you that after you went and put a hole in my last ship!” “You tried to burn me alive! Well dead!” “Does it really matter when you are apparently inflammable!?” “Yes, it’s the principle!” “You fucked my fiancé...” “You insisted in burning me, you should have thought about my clothes when that happened!” “To answer your question we haven’t seen them in weeks, my hunters and the priests have been searching for them. I assume they are either hiding in the Underworld that plagues these streets or are dead!” “Emhyr stated Philippa was here!” “And Fringilla. She was the first here, then came Margarita, Yennefer and some men stated Geralt was here but I can’t confirm it!” “Well of course you can’t, you just sit on a massive fire hazard!” Zantano walked away before seeing the guards block his way Radovid snapped, “I still haven’t forgotten what you did and what you did to the Church Of Enteral Flame!” “They are heretics, why? Because I am proof of their lies!” the guards tried to push him back causing him to snap, “Try it and I feed your body to the hounds on the street!” Radovid groaned before getting up to signal the guards to cease spoke, “I’ll tell you what. 500 coins for every sorceress you bring me, 750 for Yennefer and 1,000 for that bitch Philippa. In return I’ll tell you everything we know!” “No promises but tell me!” he offered Zantano wine and sniffing it knew it was poisoned which caused Zantano to throw it the ground heard Radovid speak, “A few months back Fringilla arrived here, alone and searched for the Lodge who don’t actually exist anymore. She disappeared shortly after, my men found out later a meeting to be held with all the former members and current members of the Lodge. The thing is by all accounts Fringilla never responded and they were concerned. The hunters I sent in after found notes of Philippa’s concerns about Geralt due to him being the last person to see her but he refused to say much on the topic. The last time we saw them or heard from them was when they were trying to organise a meeting with the king of thief’s who has eyes and ears everywhere. The thing is Geralt left shortly after... alone!” “Where is that rat now?” “No one knows...” “Fine I’ll find the sorceresses but answer me this. The “Big Four” who are they?” “Dijkstra, Whorseon Junior, Carlo Varese and Francis Bedlam. I know of them and am patiently waiting for the right time to strike, however since Geralt’s last interaction with Whorsen the number is only 3.” “Dijkstra owns a bathhouse, I’ll go there first!”

Ciri moaned being thrown to the floor her swords and clothes taken and trying to wrestle her hands free felt the bonds restrict her as the bald headed capture laughed holding her down as the dwarf known as Cleaver clicked the collar tightly around her neck, “Testing. Testing. Ciri bend over!” Ciri gritted her teeth before feeling almost like an invisible force pushed her over, “Say that you want me!” Ciri gritted once again before spitting out in interrupted words, “I......want......you!” Cleaver laughed before slapping her backside spoke, “You will learn you place soon enough and then you will fall in line with the others!” she watched door slam shut and trying to summon a portal to escape felt powerless to do so, “No point trying, we have all tried!” Keira muttered, “Ci..Ciri!” Yennefer lightly cried sitting up from her bunk, “Yennefer... I told you I would find you!” Ciri cried rushing to her, “Why are you here?” “I obviously asked too many questions. I was looking for you all!” “And now you are trapped here!” Yennefer weakly spoke resting on her, “What’s wrong Yen?” “It’s the collar and the work. We work 14 hours a day either dancing, serving or being fucked by their “best customers” and the collar makes you more and more submissive until you don’t even need to wear them anymore you just obey their command like Fringilla. The only one who hasn’t is Philippa and that’s because she is trapped in her owl form after trying to escape. Yennefer’s time is growing short. A week at most!” Ciri looked around and seeing Triss who looked through the small window to the street was the only one unmoved and unspoken, “What’s wrong with Triss?” “She... well Geralt... he... sort of sold us out. He brought us all together with the help of Triss to find a way to escape persecutions and live peacefully if not together at least close to each other. It turned out that this was an ploy and before we could react we were swarmed by their men. Yennefer was caught already and Philippa was the last one to be caught!” Ciri nodded before standing up looked over to the other women, “Are they listening?” “No, our only privilege!” Ciri modded before smiling spoke, “Listen up... unlike you I thought ahead and my partner is hot on my heels. I told him of where I would likely be and if he hadn’t heard from me in a month to come to me. That was a month and 4 days ago!” “Ciri...” Yennefer spoke, “Don’t hold you hopes up!” Ciri laughed before sitting down next to Yennefer spoke, “Zantano will find us!” Triss looked over to her before stating, “Zantano... he’s here?” “Just wait and see!”

“Zantano!” “Dandelion!” “What can I do for you?” “Dijkstra’s bathhouse!” “A lovely place to be!” “I’m more interested in his private services!” he looked around before saying out loud, “Come and get a drink!” he pulled me to the side before stating, “I’ve heard of it... it’s for his “better customers” it’s a private room where some of the most “popular” or wanted women are kept to entertain them. They’ve had elf’s, dwarves, convicts, transgenders, even had princesses there once!” “And Sorceresses!” “What do you mean?” “They have gone missing recently and now Ciri to. She was going to ask him and the others questions!” “You need to go now!” I nodded before asking, “I need a reason!” “Well Dijkstra has unofficially put a contract out to kill Radovid! Go to discuss your payment!” I nodded before standing up heard Dandelion say, “If they are in there, then give them hell!”

Zantano’s boots marched to the door in his attempt of an casually manner but stopping at the door quickly and cautiously looked around pretending as if someone had called out his name as cover. The bathhouse looked normal but seeing a cracked stone that had been managed to be pushed out from the inside he could vaguely manage to look in and see darkness apart for the dim light from a candle. Ciri looked up and smiling whispered to the others who sat there glumly, “He’s here. We need to let him know. A signal. Triss do you have an message or code to let him know if you were in trouble?!” “No!” Philippa’s wings flapped frantically trying to get close to the space, “You got one?” Ciri queried and hooting, Ciri lifted her up as Kiera removed the other loose stone then waiting for Philippa she began.

“hoot hoot hoot... hoot...hoot...hoot!” Zantano looked down and seeing the faint feather nodded before walking on in knowing his next actions. “Zantano, what are you doing here?” Dijkstra commented as Francis and Cleaver joined his side and whispering so the guests couldn’t hear Zantano muttered, “I heard you had an bounty on Radovid?” he nodded before looking around spoke, “Come, lets go somewhere more private!” they walked into the next room and going behind the bookcase saw the other quests who smiling as Margarita danced causing the three men to encourage him to sit next to them whilst Dijkstra spoke, “Francis bring out Fringilla, we need our guest to feel comfortable!” he nodded before disappearing into the next room locking it behind him Dijkstra spoke, “Simple, we want him dead and you earn big!” Zantano nodded before asking, “How big is big?” “5,000?” “50,000!” “10,000” “45,000” “12,500” “44,000.” “20,000” “40,000 and not a coin less. You want me to kill a king, that isn’t cheap considering I’m not exactly hard to miss!” he nodded pouring them a tankard before seeing Fringilla crawling over them in an latex type corset, looking at Zantano hungrily with a collar tightly clung to her as she followed his every command, “Make him feel comfortable!” Fringilla nodded before climbing onto his lap kissed his neck as his hand felt for her breast, Zantano already having an idea on what he was going to do next, “Any specific terms?” “Like what?” Dijkstra spat, “I don’t know... some contracts require me to bring them their head or evidence of the kill?” “Zantano you are killing the fucking king! we will know if he is dead!” “Where will I get paid? Me coming back will bring suspicion to you lot!” he pondered it as my hand ventured to Fringilla’s crotch causing Francis to state, “My men will have it under guard at a safe location where another man will hand you the note as soon as you get off the boat... just try not to kill everyone, we sort of need the people alive!” Zantano nodded shaking their hands as he spoke, “Do you mind if I... you know fuck her?” “No of course not! Give her a good seeing to won’t you? She’s getting on my nerves!” Francis complained and closing the door behind themselves, he muttered into her ear, “I’m sorry about this but I need to make this seem believable to the guards!”

She didn’t protest but instead removing her clothes presented herself to him before stating, “Yes master! My place is to please men” “Well we will discuss this later!” she nodded looking down knowing not to look at her “master” expecting more abuse like the previous weeks but instead his warm hands and body slowly calmly touched hers, his cock slowly teasing her entrance to lubricate her hole before pushing in kissed her to act as a comfort for her to know she wasn’t going to be harmed. “Do you require dirty talk?” she asked but being met with the shaking on his head heard him state, “You are too beautiful to not get off normally!” “No I’m not. I’m just a slab of meat for the customers; to be used in anyway they want!” “We will sort this out later!” he muttered thrusting gradually faster, his hands supported her fine hips whilst she rocked back and for matching his rhythm, “Where are the others?” “I shouldn’t tell you master! They would punish me!” “Fringilla?! I’m going to kill them anyway, so they won’t end up punishing you, just tell me!” she looked around before being turned to face him she leaned into him, her head on his shoulders as she spoke into his ear, “Behind that door is another door, down those steps and there’s a metal door; but you will need a key to open the door and Dijkstra’s keys to remove the collar without that they will obey them!” “You mean this key? Cleaver has been drinking too much clearly; now let’s finish you off here and then get to work!” “I don’t matter. Only your pleasure matter!” he pushed her off before pulling his trousers up snapped, “I like submissiveness not but not blind submissiveness! Follow me!”

Fringilla nodded crawling on her hands and knees heard him snap, “Get up and walk!” she nodded before apologising begged, “Please master I’m sorry. Don’t punish me!” “We’ll talk about it after! Now follow me!” Zantano studied the door before kicking it off its hinges and throwing two knives at the guards began to march down the stairs to where the metal door stood and twisting the key pulled the door off it’s hinges to see all the Sorceresses cover themselves in shock, “You alright Ciri?”

They all got up, rushing to the god where he was met by them throwing their arms around apart for Triss who standing back unsure spoke, “Zantano... it’s really you?” he nodded before seeing the collar on her snapped, “Right! I am going to stick their cocks so far down their own throats it’s going to be giving Deepthroating a new meaning! Ciri take this!” he handed her his spare sword before turning away heard Yennefer cough, “You can’t kill them all by yourself!” he nodded before walking up to the owl saw it affectionately look at him, “No but the only one who can’t be controlled is Philippa and getting this band off an owl is easier than a human...” he pulled his knife out and fiddling with it, applied a slight amount of pressure, watching it as it slid off and saw Philippa shift back into human form but now as she stretched and borrowed Yennefer’s pants smiled to hug him saw Zantano staring at the portrait above the room, glaring at what he saw; the women serving the Big Four, chained naked and treated as they didn’t matter and looking at Philippa asked, “Ready?” “Let’s kill them all!” “All of you get up and make your way to the next room, there will be some old scraps of clothes use them until I find you your actual clothes! We’ll do the rest!” Philippa slid his spare shirt on and drinking the tonic he had already prepared which improved her mana began to summon a beam of fire that set the first lot of guards on fire and running back Zantano kicked the bookcase of its hinges where the Big 3 looked in horror knowing what was about to happen.

The guards charged towards us but being met by my sword easily slicing them in half, he watched to see Philippa send a powerful blast sending them to the floor before summoning a whirling ring fire watched as bolts struck down in the room killing the guards as the others tried to flee. I slid over the nearest bath before grabbing the dead guards sword rammed it up to Francis’ rear impaling him on it before grabbing another slid it into his chest downwards to meet the other the blade tip then grabbing both handles pulled towards him cutting the body into half. Cleaver watched in horror as he tried to flee but falling to his knees clutched his throat as he began to cough violently, struggling to breath as his face grew redder and redder before falling to the floor his eyes were bloodshot as blood trickled from his eyelids and blood oozed from his ears before looking back to Dijkstra his head exploded. They looked around and seeing only Dijkstra left laughed as they walked forward taking a side each to block his escape and looking pleading, he began to bargain for his life.

“Okay, okay. You’ve won. Want the key to free them then here take it!” he threw the key over and catching it I stated, “Their clothes?” “Back in the other room in the damaged bookcase, it’s just a fake front and in it is where their valuables are!” I nodded before stepping closer to him asked, “Where’s Geralt?” “I don’t fucking know. He said something about taking the money and getting out of here. I suppose he feared this exact scenario...” I looked over to Philippa who stepping toward nodded to me, “Thank you!” “For what?” Dijkstra snapped and paralysing him in a spell I walked forward to his side and whispered, “For giving away all your leverage!” he looked over to me as I opened a flask and smiling I lifted so he could see the object in front of him, “This is from my homeland, a flask of pure Lava from my prison!” he tried to resist but receiving a knee to his crotch his mouth opened and the liquid poured into his mouth. Philippa released him as he tried desperately to cool off but it was too late his body began to melt away, piece by piece until what was left was only a the odd piece of ash in place of where he once stood.

The Sorceresses waited feeling the relief in what they saw he walked through the door. Yennefer was first, she felt the freedom inside her as she was able to think for herself once again stretched before hugging Ciri, the others all felt this mental relief when their collars fell to the ground apart for Fringilla who looking at him confused asked, “Master?” “You’re free Fringilla!” “No, I’m yours! Master, I will be a good slave for you; I need you!” “Any suggestions guys?” Philippa studied her before shrugging asked, “I could wipe her memory of the previous months but she will still be like this... it’s the lasting effects. You could give her to someone else but she wouldn’t be happy; you’re her master one way or another!” Yennefer contemplated it before confessing, “Could try reversing it by endless hypnotherapy or a similar collar to make her dominant; but it could be too much for her!” I nodded before hearing Keira turning to the group brought the conversation to more important matters stated, “That’s an issue for later. We need to get out of here now!” “But where?” Margarita asked recounting their situation, “We can’t hide in Velen’s because of the hunters looking for us. Nilfgaard wants used as a weapon against Radovid and then killed and Radovid wants us burnt at the stake!” “Skellige?” Kiera suggested but hearing groans from a few of them spoke, “I don’t want to be in the cold forever!” “My old sanctuary then? It is spacious but we can hide there” again a disapproving jeer from the group, “We need to go somewhere now and fast! Before Radovid’s men track us!” I looked at Philippa and teasing her I stated, “You know I finally finished getting that pool built. The one where you could sit nude and watch the sunset!” “Finally!” Philippa exclaimed before continuing, “Won’t Persephone be happy. She loves fucking as she watches dawn break!” “She just loves fucking...” I joked with her responding, “No she loves fucking you!” “That’s true but Athena will definitely enjoy it, she believes clothes restricts her wisdom...” “A bachelor pad. Finally?! Zeus will have you killed for that!” I laughed before stating in an causal manner, “I still have your pants and corset at my place you know...” “Well it gives me an excuse to visit and use your pool, doesn’t it?” “Guys will you stop and think!” Yennefer spoke, “I will go where Master goes!” Fringilla spoke sitting next to me as they others continued their debate and she’s smiling looked up to me as she clung to my leg like it was the only thing that mattered to her.

“Look I have a place...” Zantano spoke causing them to look at him, “Where?” “I have a Villa in Elysium or a massive complex of living quarters in Tartarus; safe from others, places to study and practice witchcraft and you can also enjoy a luxury lifestyle!” “It’s better than nothing!” Yennefer urged and watching them nod Zantano confessed, “There’s just one problem... to be able to keep you there I need to be able to stay there permanently. I need a wife at least for a 5-10 years! Legal jargon that my assholes of parents did; Triss and Philippa can explain later” they looked at him before pushing Triss who still couldn’t look at him, Philippa responded annoyed about her being shunned from the suggestions, “Look let’s leave and then we can decide this after!” they rushed to change but seeing Triss not move she spoke, “I... should go!” “Where to?” “Skellige probably if Cerys will forgive me” “Triss...” “No” “Triss stop it. You made an mistake, it happens” “And I almost destroyed 6 peoples lives for it. Turns out it’s only one!” “Yes but every situation is salvageable!” “And now as I asked for help again and once again it’s you and I’m meant to accept living with you, with a house, pool and library among the other features?” “Yeah and a garden... why not?” “Because again I won’t ever be able to repay it!” “Well letting me kill Geralt is a start, the rest is negotiable!” “How?” “I will find him and make him answer but you’re coming with me!” “What?” “I’m putting my foot down! You don’t have a choice you are coming with me and staying with the others. If you try and escape then their will be repercussions!” “Like what?” she queried eyeing him up unsure on how to take his response *Slap* she cried out feeling the hard slap onto her backside and slightly giggling cried out, “Now, I’m confused. I’m upset because of what happened, upset and hurt that I have to ask you after you’ve done so much and now slightly eager to try and escape so you can slap me again...” she tried to contemplate her decision but stopping felt him sling her person over his shoulder waiting for the others, “What’s she doing there?” Yennefer queried and responding to her Fringilla spoke with joy, “Slave been bad. She got punished!” “She didn’t know what to do so I slung her over my shoulder!” they nodded as Margarita coldly snapped, “So we are just going to be your sex slaves instead?” “Triss isn’t a slave, Fringilla just thinks it because she was messing around and I was teasing her! Plus believing she is one already assumes the other women must be” “Good?! But can we get out of here?” Margarita asked and nodding I pushed the doors open, “Come on then, let’s find a larger space to travel and Ciri” she looked over to him causing him state thoughtfully, “Stay with Yennefer, she needs all the support you can muster!”

We walked through the streets to the courtyard and stopping them drew my sword hearing the soldiers breaths waiting for their orders but not giving them a chance I simply called out to Radovid, “Show yourself!” the king nodded before stepping forward with a crate of gold, “I’m surprised you found everyone! Your gold!” “Zantano not you to?” Triss cried out and shaking my head I simply responded, “Of course not. I only agreed to it so he would tell me what I wanted to know. Radovid I have another offer...” “Then say it so we can end this event!” “You let them go and I will take them far away from you or anyone, keeping your cult faith and the people happy, I will also leave this land meaning you can just focus on this war between you and Emhyr and not me trying to kill you” he studied me watching as I lifted my sword to my shoulders as I forcefully said, “Or do I just kill you now?” “Aah you know what kill the Big 4 and leave. I am not in the mood for the smell of burning Sorceress flesh” “You will find a pile of ash where Dijkstra once stood, Cleavers body is headless, Francis’ body has an massive hole from his ass up to his throat and Whoreson has been dead for a long time now!” he nodded before attempting to say something saw Zantano’s eyes just waiting for his response, “Just go!” I stepped forward and raising my hands up to bring the burning portal resembling fire up spoke, “Come on then one at a time! Ciri, Yennefer, Keira, Margarita, Fringilla, Philippa and Triss... Triss what are you doing?” she looked down before stating, “I... can’t, I’m sorry. I would mess it up, I would... I just know I would do something to hurt you again. I even lost your book” “You never actually!” I spoke handing it back, “It was taken from you. You’ve read this, the only one who knows me more intimately then anyone else. So ask yourself this... what would I think about this situation and then tell me you won’t join the others?” she contemplated it before stating, “You would be pulling me through with you no matter my choice even if it’s just to save me from Radovid!” “Exactly!” he threw her over his shoulders once again before nodding to Radovid as he went past spoke tapping Triss’ ass, “I will be back when I find Geralt’s location and then only for a brief time!” “Just don’t step in my kingdom!” “Yeah, yeah whatever!”