The Alchemist' Apprentice

Author: Desperado (www.bondageintersection.com)

Subject: M/f, medieval,whipping

This story is intended only for education and enjoyment of alternate sexual lifestyles and is not to be released or viewed by minors.

Prologue to the Alchemist's Apprentice

Edern stood at the window, not really looking out onto the king's parkland below, but intent on the manuscript open before him. It was indeed a puzzlement but mention was made of nushadir , a substance powerful to break down lead and iron. Such a substance, even if it took a journey all the way to the Flame Mountain, could be just the missing key in his search for power.

The king saw merely gold, but Edern saw a larger horizon filled with the power of the Philosopher's Stone, eternal youth, and the vision of slaves to satiate his burning lust. And Edern would stop at nothing, using king and commoner alike, to achieve his end.

"Ah, Edern, I see you have discovered my most recent purchase. I bought that for a song from a foreign merchant named Anosh in desperate straits. Seems he had taking a liking to poking the rear of one of the king's favorite servants; the king was not amused. To what do I owe the honor?"

Edern turned to Ashwin. The court alchemist had grown even older, more stooped with leathery, stretched skin and watery eyes from too many late nights over candles, but he certainly hadn't lost his sharp bargaining skills or his wit.

"It's quite a thought , Ashwin, this notion of nushadir that can corrupt the surface of base metals with such power," Edern allowed, "but I've not come to compare strategies of metals. I am looking for an apprentice."

Ashwin straightened a bit. "Indeed. An apprentice, you say? Perhaps I can lay a hand on a lad or two for you to consider."

Edern understood all too well what Ashwin meant by laying a hand on a lad. In the small circle of alchemists through the known lands, Ashwin had a reputation for preferring the male over the female. But that was not his concern; he needed an apprentice and now.

"You misunderstand, my friend Ashwin. It is not a lad I seek but a girl to be my apprentice."

Ashwin tipped back his head, loud guffaws echoing off the stone walls of the chamber. "A girl, you say? Surely Edern you have lost your mind. Girls are there to serve and to fuck if you are of such a mind," he sneered, his eyes crafty, "but to apprentice to an alchemist? What would make you want a girl? If you are looking for one to have handy for what she has between her legs, I suppose I can steer you to the right people. But apprentice? Who ever heard such a thing?"

"Ashwin," he replied, a cold look freezing the echo, "I never make jokes. I have no time.

Edern fingered the edge of the scroll, choosing his words carefully.

"The Goddess has appeared to me in dreams. Several times she has come, and each time the message is clear. I need an apprentice who must be female to please the Goddess, and if I do so, the path will be made clear. I need a girl, Ashwin!"

Edern's mind wandered a bit in the silence of the chamber. He had not told Ashwin at all the depth of the dreams, dreams so real that he could smell her sweat and arousal. He had not described the detail of how this apprentice would be the channel between himself and the Goddess, the great, colorful, lusty detail of her sexual submission that he would awake and through that helplessness gain the power that was his every desire.

Oh, no, Ashwin could have his males gleaned from certain Turkish seraglios. There was nothing in that but a place to spread his lustful seed. But the dream was clear. The new apprentice in her helplessness not only would be a vessel for his lust but would cast the female aura about all that he attempted. The aura was power, pure, raw power surpassing gold, and he meant to have that girl.

"Well, my dear Edern, dreams are nothing to sneeze at certainly," Ashwin pondered, scratching his chin, "but a girl? I have no knowledge of a girl who can even count, much less be sharp enough to serve as a master alchemist's apprentice."

"Then I shall take my leave and good day to you, Ashwin," Edern replied and strode quickly from the chamber, despite the good-natured invitation from Ashwin to stay the night. There was no time, no time at all, to find the girl to please the Goddess. The cosmic time was coming so fast, the favorable moment in which to find her, and he might not get another chance. Where is she! , he thought irritably.

Edern paused as the path broke out into field at the forest edge. The false dawn had only fooled a few of the day birds into a sleepy chirp, but the night birds, the owls in particular, had ceased their noise.

He had traveled through the night because the time was right: he had cast the bones of an owl, and the bones had not lied. The air was ripe with possibility. The hair lifted on Edern's neck. Now , he thought, it's going to be now. I can feel her. And I will have her finally. He shifted his robes a bit as his erection was throbbing at the thought. His lust told him the truth. She was near about.

He stood in the shadows as the morning mist and vaguer shapes appeared. His breathing and pulse stilled to nearly nothing, every sense attune to the awakening world. And still the sounds came so gentle that he almost missed them.

A soft clunk almost of wood against flesh and then a swish of cloth over cloth or maybe cloth through dew-soaked grass, and then she appeared. Edern was reminded for all time that of a sudden she was just there, much like the deer that appears in the meadow.

The mist was still too great for him to see her clearly, but he could tell that she carried two wooden pails banging gently against her legs. He couldn't see her face, but she was the one alright. He had seen and smelt her raven hair and bruised the scarlet lips with his teeth a hundred times in his dreams. He thanked the Goddess under his breath and then pondered how to procure her.

The girl wandered along the edge of the forest a bit further, unaware she was spied upon. She turned into an opening. Edern slid along from shadow to shadow and followed her back in to the forest.

Here the mist had not penetrated although it was still set in shadow. But the girl soon stepped into a meadow and bent over to fill her buckets from a bubbling spring. Edern could see her black hair well enough now. She pulled up her skirts and bent over in the grass at the spring's edge to drink directly from the spring, much as a woods animal might. Edern's cock made itself even more noticeable.

Edern caught his breath entirely as she then pulled up her skirts to her waist and squatted a bit away from the spring. The faint hiss of her piss and its odor reached him. I must have her and right now , he thought. I can wait to buy off her family, but I can't wait to use her. Her back was to him as he crept up behind her. She half rose when he had her by the hair, the other hand clamped firmly over her mouth.

The hand muffled her scream, but she had the presence of mind to bite him and try to kick backwards, for she knew very well where to kick a man. His hand left her mouth only to close around her throat, shutting off her breathing as she panicked.

"Stop it, you silly bitch," he hissed, "if you ever want to breath again. I've caught you fairly, and I mean to have you if I have to knock you senseless first. You choose!"

Gradually her struggles weakened, and Edern felt secure enough to relax his grip on her windpipe. Her eyes widened with shock as she looked into his face. Edern had the impression that she recognized him.

"What do you want?" she whispered.

He didn't reply but ripped open the front of her shirt, exposing her pale breasts in the dawn light. He mauled her, tugging and tweaking at nipples until she was moaning.

Unable to contain himself further, he threw her to her knees right there in the spot she had pissed, his fingers still entangled in her hair. The one hand free tugged the skirts back up over her waist. He tugged open his own robes and without more preliminaries drove his lust into her.

He realized as he speared her that he had taken her maidenhood. All well and good in this moment the Goddess had ordained. He would take more than that before his purpose with her was complete. He left her hair for the moment and grabbed her wrists, twisting them cruelly behind her back and driving her face into the damp grass.

She moaned louder as he pounded furiously into her, her sex suctioning him relentlessly. And then he thrust into her especially hard and held himself there, spilling his pent up seed into her as she cried out for mercy and in lust, her own body spasming.

The girl fell forward onto the wet grass under Edern's weight. There the two lay panting for breath, until she muttered, "Please get off. I can't breathe."

Edern sat cross legged in the grass watching her bare ass become clearer in the morning light. "I've been dreaming of you," she said lazily.

"How so, girl?" he asked, instantly wary.

"I know you want me. I know you want even more than this. But everything blurs after this."

Edern relaxed a bit. "Yes, I want you for an apprentice. I am a master alchemist in need of younger legs," he stated boldly. There was no point in revealing any more of his plans if the Goddess hadn't done so. "What is your name?"

"I am known as Avedra, daughter of the smith in that village there," she said pointing.

Edern cupped his hand over his eyes against the bright morning light. He stood up, pulled her to her feet, and said, "Well, Avedra, daughter of smith, you will do nicely. To your feet and let us go see this smith."

With Edern's leave she quickly filled the buckets with sweet water and followed him back down the path to the forest edge. Edern was satisfied to see that she had some idea of her place as she walked along behind him a few steps, her head down and the smell of her wafting his way now and again.

Already the heat of the forge was uncomfortable as Avedra's father worked on a long sword. Edern stood by for a bit as the smith worked with the heat, thrusting the blade into a barrel of water to temper and then thrusting it back into the fire.

Edern handed the man the agreed upon gold. He tossed the pouch into the air and grasped it tightly. This was much more than he had hoped to get for Avedra, aware that he might have had to pay dowry to some idle local lout of a boy. He grunted in satisfaction, "When you no longer have need of her, send her back if need be. Avedra, run off and say goodbye to your mother and be quick about it."

The two men discussed the finer points of working with metal until Avedra came running back nearly out of breath. "I am ready, Sir!"

And so Edern headed off to home with Avedra trailing behind but only after a short side trip to the spring. There at the side of the meadow he stripped her, making her grab a branch over her head, and then beat her soundly with the leather belt that she had worn around her.

She cried out at the sting of the sweat-soaked leather as it curled around her hips and up under her breasts, the tip sometimes hitting a nipple. The branch swung up and down under weight as she held on but still tried to dodge the blows.

"You will come to understand," Edern muttered as he applied the leather with enthusiasm, "that this will be your lot, for I have bought all rights to your services. I alone shall decide your destiny, and I would hope that you would learn from this little lesson."

Avedra screamed as the leather curled viciously over her pubic mound, screaming out her agreement, her pleas for mercy, her pleas for more punishment.

And there under that tree Edern took her one more time as she was bent over an old stump ripe with moss and fungus.

There was no more doubt, he had found her, the key to it all, as he shuddered inside her and she cried out in the agonizing passion that had already gripped her.