The Yokeland Chronicles
Chapter 4 - The Academy
by TempleSiren_NULL
The Beautiful Woman, wearing Madam Lochhaven’s form, stepped into Sabine’s room. An effortless smile adorned delicate features. Each strand of her flowing hair caught and reflected the morning sun, as if it had been spun from gold.
“I see you’re awake, my fellow worshipper and puppet. Do you like the new arrangements?”
Sabine looked at the woman. Her face was so smooth and full of life, like a goddess come to the world.
Sabine was afraid of this woman who looked so much kinder than Madam Lochhaven.
Sabine swallowed. “This is the nicest room I’ve ever stayed in. Thank you for the hospitality, Madam Lochhaven.” The Beautiful Woman laughed. The Dream-God’s voices crackled in Sabine’s mind.
>This isn’t a game, Sabine.
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>We can’t blame her for thinking that. She did so well with the other games.
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>Other games? We only had her do one!
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>Is that what you think? Poor Brother, you’re just as delusional as Sabine, I’m afraid.
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>I hope you don’t think I won’t kill you.
The Beautiful Woman was staring blankly ahead as the firework voices popped in Sabine’s mind. Sabine wondered if the woman heard the argument too.
As if the question had been spoken out loud, The Beautiful Woman craned her neck towards Sabine. “His voices command me to tell you that I don’t.” The Beautiful Woman said as the smile returned to her face like a mask.
“They’ve commanded me to do other things as well,” she said as she slowly crawled into Sabine’s bed.
Sabine hugged the comforter and realized she was naked beneath the sheets. Madam Lochhaven’s clothes dissolved from The Beautiful Woman’s form as she leaned over Sabine and tenderly pulled down the bedding. Sabine saw flashes of her visions from The Dreamlands.
We made love a million different ways in the blink of an eye. But was that real or merely dream?
Sabine couldn’t tell if the voice in her head was hers or the woman’s.
Warm, tender fingers found Sabine’s clit. They traced circles around the area in the same way Sabine always had. As if Sabine had spent years instructing her.
“Maybe you did,” The Beautiful Woman whispered in Sabine’s ear as pleasure overtook her.
Two fingers spread Sabine out in the most pleasurable way. As the other hand continued circling her clit at the perfect speed, the two fingers inside her softly traced along her g-spot.
Sabine couldn’t help but clench down on the woman’s fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned.
“You see it, don’t you, Sabine? His symbol.”
Just as she was instructed, Sabine could see the totem the old man had used to mesmerize her in the performance.
A wooden snake, eating its own tail and twisted around in knots that seemed to fold inward on themselves in an impossible way. Constantly twisting. Constantly devouring. Constantly, impossibly, growing. Sabine felt her thoughts twisting along with it.
>Move this here…
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>Yes! And put that there...
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>This is going so well. I think this puppet has earned a little reward.
It was like a hand reached inside her to a place she couldn’t find, but always knew existed. It found the tense warmth of an orgasm coiling deep within her growing pleasure.
The hand slowly pulled it out and held it still over Sabine’s mind. She orgasmed for what felt like hours but surely could only have been minutes, as the snake finished twisting her thoughts into the correct shape. Finally, the pleasure ended, and The Beautiful Woman withdrew.
>...
The fireworks in her head were gone.
“You’ve done well, Sabine. By his power, the hole in your mind is sealed. You may resist the Mosskin Potion three times, before it opens again permanently.”
Sabine was stunned.
“What?” she asked as she looked up at The Beautiful Woman. Despite hearing the woman’s voice it was now the true Madam Lochhaven that stood naked before her.
“I said, I’m going to miss your tongue while you’re at The Academy.” The woman sighed and Sabine couldn’t help but notice the reflective shimmer on the woman’s thigh. “Well, let’s make use of the time we have.”
Madam Lochhaven motioned for Sabine to stand up. As she did, the woman took her place on the bed and opened her legs. Sabine felt her eyes drawn to her lady’s wetness.
“Well? Get to it, Sabine.” the woman said as she pinched her nipple.
Three refusals. Sabine felt the word on her lips. She knew if she wanted to, she could say “no” and turn away. It felt good to at least hear the word in her mind.
“Ahem, Sabine?” Madam Lochhaven was giving Sabine that classic irritated look. It was almost amusing to see that face above the older woman’s naked body.
Only three…
Only three…
Sabine leaned between Madam Lochhaven’s legs, and began to lick. As the lady of the estate moaned, Sabine wondered, with a sickening sense of inevitability, what The Academy was.
* * *
“You mean you don’t know? I can’t believe you applied without even knowing what it was?” It was a relief to hear Anya’s voice again. Sabine just wished their first conversation in what felt like months hadn’t devolved into Sabine being chastised.
“Your mother told me to apply, so I did.” The lie came quickly to Sabine. It wasn’t lost on her that had she truly been ordered, she actually wouldn’t have refused. Anya was staring at Sabine, trying to understand if she was joking or not. Sabine stared blankly back, as if there wasn’t a thought in her head.
Anya sighed, and unfolded the letter that confirmed their admission. A royal blue seal in the shape of a spiral marked the top of the letter.
“You know how the noble families always backstab each other? It got to the point where any marriage prospect was a possible assassination attempt. So the Royal Finishing Academy for Young Women was formed to educate women from lesser-class families into proper candidates…”
Anya’s eyes gleamed as she spoke, but Sabine wasn’t paying attention anymore. Something amazing was happening. She was looking at the letter Anya was holding, and the ink glowed and shimmered on the parchment. All the squiggly symbols began to twist like the wooden snake in her mind. Like living vines, the lines of ink crept and curled over each other until they knotted themselves into pictures.
Sabine suddenly understood the words written upon the parchment.
I can read! The Dream-God made it so I can read!
Sabine felt the wooden snake continue to twist in her mind; arranging thoughts in her subconscious while she focused on other things. The Dream-God controlled her, and clearly wanted her to go to The Academy. Sabine focused and tried to remember why.
She could only remember the orgasm The Beautiful Woman gave her. The Dream-God would not allow her to remember. She turned her attention back to Anya who was still explaining The Academy.
“So essentially, admission to The Academy almost guarantees a wedding proposal from a noble or even a military officer. These even rumors that the prince is looking for a wife. One of us could become royalty, Sabine!” Anya threw her arms around her oldest friend. Sabine tenderly wrapped her arms around her friend, and let herself enjoy the moment.
“I’m so happy for you, Sabine. You’ll finally have people serving you instead of the other way around.”
Sabine rested her head on Anya’s shoulder and squeezed tightly. She couldn’t bring herself to correct Anya.
* * *
The journey to the capital took only a week. Sabine had never traveled by carriage before, but the boring mundanity of the journey was welcome proof that she was truly out of The Dreamlands. Madam Lochhaven had spent the trip acting more or less like herself, though at every inn they stayed at, she insisted Sabine accompany her to her room.
Sabine never refused.
In due time, they reached Alrescha, capital city of the Yokeland province. Sabine never expected it to be so beautiful.
Alrescha was a city that was carved, or at least it seemed to be carved, from a single massive slab of marble. The streets and buildings joined without seam. Even the Coliseum rose from the same unbroken stone; once the color of bone, now scrubbed to an almost blinding white. The whole city was carved in unity and purpose, a symbol of the unbreakable will that dominated the Yokelands.
A cloud drifted away from the sun and Sabine was able to see it truly illuminated. The pure white marble caught the golden rays of the sun and the whole city glowed with a divine beauty. The effect was enough that for a single instant, Sabine thought the outline of her vision was gold instead of green.
The people of the city were far less pristine than the buildings. Beggars littered the streets, sickly and frail, with hands outstretched for any offerings. Sabine did not see a single person give to the beggars. Madam Lochhaven didn’t bother to look at them as they made their way to the center of Alrescha, where the three royal academies stood. As Sabine gazed up at the marble citadel, she saw the letters carved into the building twist and form into shapes.
A crown, two crossed swords, and a building she somehow knew to be a school.
“The Royal Swordfighting Academy?” she asked. Sabine was still getting used to reading. Anya turned and made a face.
“No, Sabine, don’t you see the name carved above the entrance?” Sabine continued to stare at the pictures Anya was pointing at. She didn’t say anything.
After waiting a moment, Anya sighed and finished correcting her. “It says Royal Military Academy. It’s where knights and other military commanders go for their education.” Sabine turned to Anya and saw the visible concern in her eyes.
“I thought mother taught you to read?”
Sabine remembered the orgasm she had under The Beautiful Woman. She remembered The Dream-God’s snake twisting in her mind, arranging her thoughts in the way he desired. It was evident that while she could understand the intention of words, she could not truly read like Anya did.
“Something like that,” she mumbled as they walked past a field of future officers drilling formations. Sabine couldn’t help but notice the blank look in the soldiers’ eyes as they marched in perfect unison.
They reached the center of the three academies. A wide grassy field filled with other new admissions to The Academy. A single plaque stood in the center. Sabine waited for the words to twist into pictures, but Anya read it aloud to her first, as if worried she’d get it wrong again.
“The Royal Academy of Statecraft - Where future leaders are taught to rule.
The Royal Military Academy - Where future officers are taught discipline.
The Royal Finishing Academy for Young Women - Where future wives are taught to serve.
Through a proper education, may the next generation of The Yoked Dominion continue to embody its virtues.”
Through a proper education, may the next generation of The Yoked Dominion continue to embody its virtues.”
Madam Lochhaven smiled, put her hand on her daughter’s shoulder, and guided the two young women to their new home.
Sabine would never see her again.
* * *
Sabine, Anya, and several dozen other young women were all sitting in a single lecture hall. Sabine had imagined that there would be hundreds of girls here, but supposed that if this was a wife mill, thirty or so wives per year was probably enough to satisfy the elite.
All of the other women were beautiful and discussing topics far above Sabine’s head. She saw Anya leaning over to better listen to a discussion on eastern political tensions. Sabine briefly wondered how she even had been admitted at all. The snake in her mind twisted, and a memory returned.
Sabine was naked, her lips dripping with The Beautiful Woman’s juices. Blank parchment lay before her and a quill was in her hand. Sabine was blank, completely in The Dream-God’s thrall. The Beautiful Woman whispered in her ear, telling her the figures to scratch into the parchment. Sabine didn’t need to understand them, it was The Dream-God’s will that she write them. It was The Dream-God’s will that she attend this school.
Sabine’s nostrils flared at a familiar scent. Purple flames burned in braziers flanking the lectern in the center of the hall. The smoke began to fill the room.
That smell… The Amethyst Flame?
Sabine couldn’t help but inhale the scent she was once conditioned to love.
No. It’s similar, but not divine incense. Perhaps made from the same herbs, but it’s less potent. A poor imitation of The Bull-God’s power.
Poor imitation or not, Sabine felt herself begin to relax. She lethargically looked around, and saw the same contented smile she’d worn so many times simultaneously painting the faces of every girl in the room.
Anya looked the happiest of all.
A stern-looking woman, with black hair tied back and pristine makeup approached the lectern. She rang a bell once, and all eyes in the room snapped to her. She spoke slowly, her voice smooth and deep, clearly also affected by the incense.
“Welcome, future alumnae of The Royal Finishing Academy for Young Women. I am Headmistress Evanthe Thorne. Here, you will be educated into graceful, intelligent, sex slaves for whichever noble family we sell you to.”
Sabine sat up quickly, and looked around. She quickly realized in horror that none of the other women in the room were reacting. They all smiled and nodded as the headmistress explained in detail how they would all be molded into the perfect wives for the highest bidder.
Sabine inhaled more of the false incense. Had she built up a tolerance in her time with the raiders? Was this why The Dream-God had sent her instead of a different puppet?
“To demonstrate what may be achieved here, please welcome last year’s valedictorian, Vivian Sable.” The headmistress began to clap. The sound spread through the hall like an echo, and Sabine found her hands joining before she realized it. A naked young woman wearing a leather collar walked into the room. Her face was completely empty, just like Sabine had been so many times now.
Overwhelmed by the smell, the scene, and the uniform smiles around her, Sabine felt herself dampen. She couldn’t help associating arousal with the loss of self she had been taught to yearn. She secretly wished she was the girl on stage.
I can be… if I study hard…
Was that her own thought? Or something about the school pressing into her mind? Sabine watched with reluctant envy, as the previous valedictorian knelt beneath the headmistress’s skirt. The headmistress began to moan and another smell began to compete with the incense.
Sabine looked around to see every single other girl, including Anya with their hands down their skirts. The process had already begun.
The sight somehow broke Sabine free of the trance.
She sat, frozen in the chair, surrounded by the sounds and smells of women lost in the throes of pleasure. She realized with sweet relief that everyone around was too far gone to realize she hadn’t joined in. Sabine closed her eyes and waited for it all to end.
In the seat next to her, Anya was the first to cum.
* * *
At least for the first few weeks, The Academy had been much the way Sabine had originally expected. She spent time learning history, proper etiquette, and critical thinking skills. The modern wife was meant to not only be docile before her husband, but also an intellectually stimulating presence. One worthy of being called “partner” by a member of the nobility.
At the end of each day though, all those critical thinking skills were set aside for obedience training.
Sabine would stand in a line with the other women, Anya always standing directly in front of her. One by one, they would walk into the special room beneath The Academy where purple flames burned and they were taught to serve.
Every day, Sabine stood timidly, waiting for Anya to finish her turn in the room. Forced to listen to Anya dreamily repeat the words that she would soon be repeating herself.
“I think for my husband, not for myself. It is beautiful to be obedient. I will become a beautiful wife for my superior husband. The better I serve my husband, the better I serve The Yoked Dominion…” Every day, Sabine prayed to the Dream-God that she wouldn’t hear Anya cum.
And every day she was reminded the Dream-God didn’t care about her prayers.
Soon, sexual training was added in. Simple things at first, how to make the perfect, seductive, teasing face. How to whisper just breathily enough as you tell him you want him. Sabine didn’t mind these classes. She didn’t even mind when things got more hands on. It was hardly different from her time in the raiders’ camp or even in the Dreamlands. Sabine would fuck whoever she was told to.
She just didn’t like seeing Anya do the same.
* * *
“Joining our class today is Mr Wright. Several lucky girls will have the honor of serving him today,” said the instructor, a woman in her 30’s wearing a collar with The Academy’s symbol. She motioned to a naked middle-aged man with an erection laying on a bed in the center of the classroom. Her gaze swept the room, searching for volunteers.
Anya’s hand shot into the air, a wide blank smile on her face. Sabine sank into her seat. She didn’t want to watch Anya do this.
The teacher smiled warmly as she pointed a finger towards the eager girl. “Of course you may come up, Miss Anya. And… Miss Sabine, why don’t you join your roommate?”
Only three refusals…
Sabine reluctantly stood alongside Anya and walked to the bed. The two young women disrobed and joined the naked man on the bed. Only now did Sabine see the spiral necklace the man wore. The Dream-God’s snake coiled in her mind, as if it was ready to strike, and for the first time in weeks, she heard the firecracker voice in her mind.
>An enemy, Sabine. He is a servant of The Spiral-God. You must please him if our plan is to succeed.
Sabine and Anya positioned themselves on opposite sides of the man’s cock. The instructor pulled out a metronome and set it on her desk. Sabine only now remembered that there had been a metronome in the room beneath the Academy.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
Sabine and Anya lowered their heads in unison. Stuck out their tongues in unison. Tasted a side of his cock in unison. All choreographed to the metronome. Up and down. Up and down. Sabine barely realized she was moving at all until halfway through. She was too busy listening to the metronome. Too busy looking into Anya’s eyes. Anya’s deep, beautiful eyes…
They made me want her… my friend…
Sabine lost herself in the rhythm. The instructor was next to her now, whispering something in her ear. Sabine listened, but did not hear the words. She stopped licking without understanding why. She mounted him without pleasure. She sank onto him as Anya lowered her pussy onto his face.
The two girls rode the man in unison. Sabine felt nothing, but Anya was in bliss. As the man licked her from below, a new lust filled Anya’s eyes.
Please Anya… Don’t…
The instructor snapped her fingers, and Anya plunged towards Sabine. Her lips, breasts, and tongue all compelled to meet Sabine’s. Sabine wanted to so badly, but a memory got in the way.
It was years ago, when the two were just girls. Anya had learned to read. She promised she would teach Sabine someday. Sabine finally had a friend. Someone who didn’t judge her for her eyes. Anya accepted her. She was the only one who accepted her.
That beautiful soul was being forced upon her now.
“No!” Sabine shouted as she fell off the man. Gasps of shock filled the room. The momentum of her refusal carried her off the bed and Sabine rolled and fell to the ground with a loud thump. Her hands clutched her head, and felt the bruise already starting to form.
The instructor stood above her.
“Oh dear, you haven’t been doing your daily readings have you Sabine? I was afraid of this. Miss Anya, come here please.”
Sabine heard the creak of the bed as Anya climbed off the man’s face and stood at attention before the instructor.
“Yes, Instructor Octavia?”
Sabine was still clutching her head as she heard the next words.
“You are to do your daily reading out loud tonight. Sabine must be made to hear the words. If she refuses, you will go to the headmistress. If she complies, you may use her for your pleasure tonight.”
“But… I have been doing the readings,” Sabine groaned through the pain. Neither woman gave her any notice.
Anya simply bowed, that same blank smile across her face.
“Thank you, Instructor Octavia.”
* * *
As she walked towards her dorm room at the end of the day, Sabine steeled herself for her time with Anya. She didn’t understand what hearing the words had to do with anything, but if she didn’t want to be sent to the headmistress, she would have to let Anya use her for her own pleasure.
Sabine looked at the happy, blank-faced girl next to her.
It’s okay, she told herself, she’s not really Anya anymore…
What a waste of a refusal. Now, Sabine had only two left, and she was still going to be forced to lie with Anya.
Sabine remembered the girl’s beautiful eyes; clear, bright, trusting. She could almost see her own eyes’ glow in their reflection. Anya looked so beautiful now… Sabine wondered helplessly if she’d always felt that way, or if it was The Academy’s doing.
The creak of the door shook Sabine from her thoughts. She was back in the dorm. She hesitantly stepped in, and sat on her bed. Wasting no time, Anya lit a candle and began to read. Those big complicated words began to twist their way into Sabine’s mind. Almost like what happened beneath The Academy…
Suddenly, it was all clear to Sabine. The words Anya read were not the same ones she saw the letters twist into. The Dream-God had been shielding her from these words, protecting her from even thinking the incantation that had been hidden within them.
Now Anya was reading them aloud, and they were spiraling into her mind.
The snake coiled itself in response as the words tried to untwist the ouroboros. Sabine felt as if her own mind was twisting in unnatural ways. These words weren’t meant to be resisted, but the Dream-God would not relinquish control. She was being pulled in two directions at once.
If this continued, her mind would shatter forever.
Sabine tried to hold out, tried to keep her mouth from burning another refusal, but it hurt so much. If she could just withstand it…
Crack.
Blistering pain shot through Sabine. It was happening. Her mind was being torn in two. The two gods, Dream and Spiral, would not relent and instead would each take half of her mind for themselves. It hurt too much. She couldn’t help herself.
“Stop!”
The pain ended. The spiral retreated from her mind and the snake resumed its natural coil. As the headache faded, Sabine opened her eyes and saw Anya’s beautiful eyes glaring at her.
“We could’ve had fun, Sabine. Now we have to see Headmistress Thorne.”
Sabine lowered her eyes and began to walk with Anya. There was no sense in wasting her final refusal.
* * *
The headmistress’s room was even larger than Sabine expected. The room itself was as large as the Fair Goddess’s church back in the Honeydew Estate.
The Fair Goddess… I had almost forgotten her. When did I stop praying to her?
The room had no windows, but was decorated lavishly. Paintings and murals of spirals covered the walls, and a draped four-poster bed with the curtains open sat in the center of the room. Purple braziers burned in each corner of the room. Despite her tolerance, Sabine couldn’t help but cough from the overwhelming incense as she walked into the room. It was so powerful, Sabine could already feel herself slipping like she did with The Bull-God’s Raiders.
She forced herself to look over at Anya. Her best friend was breathing heavily, inhaling as much of the fumes as possible.
She wants this. She wants to serve the Academy…
Sabine was getting dizzy from the fumes. She stumbled, and Anya caught her. Anya’s grip felt so powerful, so unlike the timid girl who always had her head buried in books.
She was always reading… Anya must have read so much more than the others… Is that why she’s become so devoted? Is that why she belongs to The Spiral-God now?
>You can save your friend, Sabine.
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>It’s almost time.
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>Why don’t you put on a show for us, while you wait?
Sabine felt the snake coiling in her mind. She grasped onto that one single refusal left. Should she use it now? She looked over at Anya. She was naked, kneeling before the great mural of a spiral that covered the far wall. One hand between her legs, Anya was whispering strange, yet familiar words.
“I am a vessel of The Spiral-God. I will let his corkscrew into my mind. I will allow him to twist me open and make me his. I want him to break me.”
>Stop her, Sabine
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>Now, Sabine.
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>We want to watch, Sabine.
The snake coiled, and Sabine felt life return to her form. Obeying The Dream-God was all that mattered now. Sabine pulled Anya into a kiss, breaking the spell her friend was casting upon herself. Sabine mustered her willpower, and gave Anya an order.
“On the bed, Anya. Now.”
Like a wind-up toy, Anya took precise steps towards the canopy bed. The altar where the headmistress surely claimed disobedient girls after she was done correcting them. Sabine moved with purpose, as if this had always been her plan, and climbed into the bed herself.
“Open your legs, Anya.” The words came automatically to Sabine, the snake was speaking through her now. Anya obeyed, and Sabine saw the glistening wetness up close for the first time. Sabine took one last deep breath of the heavy incense, and drowned it out in Anya’s taste.
Anya, the one tender soul that had trusted her. That had looked past her eyes and offered her friendship, was moaning above her. Sabine really had no idea if this would save her or not, but nothing mattered any more. The Dream-God ordered her to lick, so she would lick. Granting Anya a moment of bliss was only a bonus.
“Having fun, you two?” Headmistress Evanthe Thorne’s voice echoed through the stone room from the doorway. With Anya’s pleasure dripping down her face, Sabine turned away and looked. The headmistress was naked, and covered with smears of lipstick, as if dozens of women had been kissing her all over.
Sabine tried to stand, but Thorne’s voice stopped her.
“Be still.” Sabine’s body froze.
The headmistress was speaking. Sabine tasted the fumes and remembered her time beneath The Academy.
She must always obey the headmistress.
Sabine stared as the woman’s hips swayed, one step after another in their own hypnotic rhythm. As she approached, Sabine noticed the headmistress wasn't completely naked; a wooden spiral was dangling between her breasts, held aloft by a silver chain around her neck.
The symbol of The Spiral-God.
It was moving all on its own. Twisting in a hypnotic pattern so similar to the infinite knot of the Dream-God’s symbol.
>It’s almost time, my puppet.
>
>Be patient, lovely Sabine.
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>It will be so fun to watch her break.
The firecracker voice of the Dream-God was loud in her head now. Sabine wanted to cover her ears but her body was still frozen by the headmistress’s command. The woman took step after step towards Sabine. The spiral between her breasts loomed closer and closer.
Sabine’s eyes were transfixed on the spiral. She felt herself being drawn into it. The snake in her mind wasn’t fighting it this time. Instead, it almost seemed to be pushing her. Cooperating with the spiral to lure her deeper into trance.
It will be so much more believable that way, The Beautiful Woman’s voice echoed in Sabine’s mind.
As she fell into the spiral, losing what felt like every part of her. A single memory remained immovable.
They had just arrived at the first inn along the way to the capital. Madam Lochhaven had insisted Sabine stay in her room. While Sabine of course pleasured the lady of her estate as ordered, there was something else.
After the orgasm, Madam Lochhaven’s false face fell, revealing The Beautiful Woman. Sabine smiled and knelt before this puppet of The Dream-God. She beheld the wooden snake The Beautiful Woman held and let it twist her mind into the perfect shape. Night after night, they performed this ritual, ensuring that all the proper defences would be in place when the time finally came.
“Look into the spiral, Sabine.” Headmistress Thorne was now holding the necklace in front of her face. “Let it rewrite you into the docile servant you were meant to be.”
It was time. Sabine finally remembered what she had to do.
“No.”
The headmistress took a step back in surprise as Sabine’s hand darted out with unnatural speed and snatched the wooden spiral necklace from her hands. She could feel the hole in her mind reopen, but she didn’t care.
>Yes, Sabine!
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>Do it now, Sabine!
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>Break it! Then break her!
The Dream-God’s power pulsed through her muscles. She was acting according to his will and his will could not be denied. Not by her nor reality itself. With a strength she would never feel again, she snapped the wooden spiral in half like a twig. She turned half of the shattered pieces upside-down and shoved them back into the other half forcing the splinters together until they suddenly locked into place as if by magic.
It was crude, but the shape was now undeniable. An ouroboric snake, twisted into a knot. The snake began to writhe and twist as it devoured itself, in perfect synchronization with the snake twisting within Sabine’s mind.
“Evanthe Thorne, watch the snake, and let your mind fall to it.” Sabine said with force and conviction she had never known. The headmistress tried to look away, but the glassy look in her eyes betrayed the effect the incense was having on her. It was so thick in this room. It was so easy to breathe in. It was so easy to obey.
Sabine felt herself gush as the tension in her headmistress’s face dissolved. The Dream-God’s essence was coiling around the woman’s mind now. She just needed one more push.
Sabine wasn’t sure if The Dream-God was still speaking through her, or if she came up with the idea herself. Either way, she began to give commands to her headmistress.
“Lie on the bed, and order Anya to eat you out.”
For a split second, Sabine saw a scowl form on the headmistress's face. Just as quickly, it dissolved, only to be replaced with a smile.
“Yes… Sabine… Anya, pleasure your headmistress…” Her voice sounded so beautifully blank as she spoke. If Anya understood what was happening, she clearly didn’t care.
“Yes, Headmistress!” she said with undeniable enthusiasm as she repositioned herself so that Evanthe could lie down on the bed.
As Anya got to work, Sabine stood beside the headmistress and held the symbol of The Dream-God above her. She leaned in closely and began whispering into the moaning woman’s ear.
“Watch the snake and listen to my words. By the time we’re done, you’ll want nothing more than to bring the entire academy under The Dream-God’s control.”
The headmistress didn’t speak. She only smiled, eyes glassy, as Sabine whispered The Dream-God’s gospel into her ear.
Anya was delighted by how wet her headmistress had become.
* * *
Sabine’s remaining days in The Academy were some of the happiest of her life. It took less than a week for Headmistress Thorne to tear down every spiral in the complex and initiate the leadership into The Dream-God’s religion. From there, the students were easy to convert. In just a few months, a new class of graduates would be married off to the Yokeland elite. Each woman secretly bearing symbols of The Dream-God, ready to brainwash their husbands into his service.
But Sabine would not be among them. As the weeks passed, her belly began to swell further and further. As she’d learned in the Dreamlands, she carried a child of The Bull-God’s tribe. As the child within her grew stronger, The Dream-God’s hold on her would lessen. Soon, she’d be nothing but a liability. Before she left, there was one thing she had to do.
Sabine visited the headmistress, a woman forever thankful to her, and the two made love in her office. Sabine poured everything she had into pleasing the woman. She didn’t want to take any chances with this.
As the two lay in the four-poster bed, breathing in the incense that now bound them to The Dream-God, Sabine finally spoke.
“Before I leave, I’m going to ask you to do one last thing.” Sabine was still a servant of The Dream-God, she had precious little power, but perhaps she could do this one thing.
“For the girl who showed me his light, anything.” The headmistress smiled, and her hand drifted back between her legs, idly rubbing as she remembered the night of her conversion.
“The prince of The Yokelands, has yet to be betrothed.” The headmistress’s fingers circled faster, eager to obey what she believed to be a command from The Dream-God. “And Anya is the most loyal of the current students. Don’t you think she’d be the perfect wife for him?”
“Anya is… the most loyal…” Sabine pinched Evanthe’s nipples as she spoke. She wanted this command to feel so pleasurable.
“Marry Anya to him. Give her the luxurious life she deserves. Let Anya one day become Queen.”
Sabine kissed the headmistress as she came. Secure in the knowledge that the kindness Anya had once shown her, would finally be rewarded.
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