Linhart passed through the marble archway and entered the tunnel. He was already standing far below ground level, but the tunnel at the lowest level of the Nexus sloped gradually downwards, leading him deeper still. It had taken him much longer than anticipated to get this far, and he had hoped to be back in Fighter’s Green in time to attend his morning courses.
According to the timepiece in his ID bracer, his Anatomy 101 course had already started.
The light of the outside world disappeared and he was left in darkness, walking down the long corridor. Gradually the distant light came closer and grew brighter until he arrived at the tunnel’s end. There was no door or gate, the tunnel simply opened into a wide space the size of a small gymnasium. He could see now that the light source was a huge firepit perfectly framed on the far side of the room, which sent shadows dancing in every direction. The smoke was funneled away through a flue, but the heat of the huge fire filled the room, turning it into a dry sauna of sorts.
He noted a wide variety of engines and contraptions cluttering the walls. Ropes and pulleys hung from the ceiling which was 20 feet or more above his head, and there were metal tables and cages taking up a great deal of the space in the middle.
There, near the center of the room, Octavia was standing, leaning over one of the tables examining a body. As soon as he entered the room, the bundle of needs and emotions that he knew belonged to her sprang to life in the back of his mind. She was filled with joy and, at the same time, she was intensely concentrating on the task at hand.
Linhart stopped near the entryway, not wanting to disturb her work. He watched her from a distance, glad to be able to leisurely appreciate her beautiful form in its natural environment. She looked so impressive in the magnificent toga that she wore, the garb of the Stratega Utility. It was dyed royal purple and decorated with bright red flowers. Her breasts stood out beautifully from the front of the toga, her cleavage was hypnotic, drawing in his gaze, as she worked on the body like a physician works on a patient. The fact that her gorgeous tits didn’t spill out of her outfit was a testament to the toga's wonderful design.
He watched as she moved with purpose, like a clockmaker working on a creation. He could see now that there were two people laying on the table side by side. One girl and one boy. She was examining each in turn, using a series of instruments that she had laid out on a wide black tray.
Eventually, Octavia looked up at Linhart and smiled, beckoning him forward. She was wearing the same thick glasses as last time, but her long black hair was pulled up into a tight bun, giving the sharp lines of her face an edge of professionalism.
“You’re just in time, I could use your assistance with this experiment.”
“My help? I don’t know anything about Utility casting.”
“Shush, darling, While you’re in this Hall, you are to call it Binding.” she scolded him gently. Then she leaned closer to the two students and spoke clearly, “This is Linhart, he is going to help us with our mirroring experiment.”
Reaching over to the tray, she picked up a bronze rod that was as long as his forearm. Its cylindrical surface was crisscrossed with circuitry, similar to the inner surface of his ID bracer. She handed it to him, pointing out a button and dial on the silvered handle.
“This is a shock rod. This dial sets the strength of the flow and this button releases its flow out, along the length of the rod. When I ask you to, please shock Tyra with it. Don’t worry, it won’t cause any permanent damage. It should just stun her for a few minutes.”
Both students had their eyes open, but their ears didn’t seem to hear what she had just said, or if they had heard, they didn’t seem to mind the idea of Tyra getting stunned.
Octavia leaned over and addressed them both in a clear, slow tone. “Which one of you darlings is Tyra right now?”
“I am.” stated the girl emotionlessly.
She looked to be older and more mature than Linhart. Actually, the boy and girl resembled one another very closely. They shared the same rosey skin and light brown hair. They had ample flesh, the girl had full hips and a round butt, the boy was extra padded around his belly. It was their pale green eyes where the resemblance was uncanny. Their eyes looked exactly the same.
“Are they brother and sister?” he asked Octavia.
“No, they’re support partners. Many Binders who’ve been working together for years start to resemble each other in appearance and they adopt each other’s personalities as well. That’s why Tyra and Elim are such good candidates for the mirroring spell. They’ve been partners for over five years now.”
“Five years?” Linhart asked incredulously, “But that would mean that they completed their schooling years ago. Why are they still students here?”
“Ahh, I’ve got so much to teach you, haven’t I Linhart?” Octavia spoke impatiently. “You see, learning how to fight may only take three years, but learning the subtlety of binding an enemy and warding an ally can take many more years to develop skill in. If all Binders were to graduate after three years of study, Eryndor would have a very poor League of Utility!”
She went back to the two students once more. Linhart reevaluated how old they must be. Perhaps five years older than himself? Finally, after minutes of Octavia prodding and encouraging Tyra, he sensed that the magic essence flowing through the girl and boy had increased. His skin pebbled like a spirit had passed through his body, and the hair on his arms began to stand on end.
“Okay, Linhart,” Octavia instructed, “She is ready. She is currently casting a protection spell on Elim and I am maintaining the mirror spell on both of them. Now is the time. Set the rod to Shock 4 and use it on her.”
Linhart turned the dial until a glowing 4 was indicated in the bronze length. He prepared to push it into her chest and administer the shock, when Octavia interrupted.
“No, the shock has to be administered internally. All points of the rod must be in contact with her body. Stick it inside her, then push the button.”
Linhart paused, confused. “What do you mean, inside her?” He examined the length of the rod once more. The circuitry covered roughly 12 inches of the shaft. “Am I supposed to stick it in her mouth?”
“If you think you can get the whole length in there, that would suffice,” Octavia responded impatiently, “But your best option is probably inside her pussy… Don’t worry she will not be injured in the process. You are simply stunning her for a few minutes.”
Linhart was caught off guard by the sexy turn this experiment was taking, but he didn’t comment on it to Octavia. He reached beneath Tyra’s toga, sliding his hands up her smooth legs to her secret place. His own secret place was starting to swell just from this bit of early morning stimulation. He started tugging her panties off. She didn’t resist or help him in his efforts. He didn't mind her non-responsiveness. He was really enjoying the intimate contact he was having with a girl he didn't even know. He continued to adjust her position on the table, and as he did so, he admired the springiness of her thighs and the cushiness of her groin. She had more flesh on her than most of the Fighter girls. He rolled her toga up around her waist, exposing a luscious sight between Tyra’s legs. Her thighs jiggled as he spread them wide, revealing her moist lips, hidden within a patch of curly brown hair. Her skin was all sticky from the heat of the room, and her pussy was even stickier. Before leading with the rod, he decided to do a temperature check with his finger first. It was hot and loose, so he readied the shock rod.
Sliding the cool bronze rod up inside her was easy. It was like using an ultra hard dildo on her, with no bumps or curves to speak of. Her legs vibrated with pleasure, but he suspected that a spell of Octavia's was preventing the girl from moving around on the table. He worked it in and out a few times, enjoying the small sounds that were escaping her open mouth.
By the time the rod’s entire length except the handle had disappeared up inside of her, she was flexing the muscles of her legs and pussy, sighing in excitement. This seemed to be just about enough for her to cum with.
“Now check both of their Scores as they are right now. Linhart observed that their scores read exactly the same values:
Binding: 1060, Magic: 405, Fighting: 25
What a strange coincidence that they share the same scores, or was it perhaps part of the mirroring experiment? Linhart now noticed that not only was Tyra reacting to the long metal rod being stuffed up her pussy, her partner Elim was also reacting in a similar way. What kind of connection did these two have?
Octavia was speaking calmly using her instructional voice now, “Tyra, you must maintain your protection spell until you are no longer able to. Linhart, we will actually test her on Shock:6 okay? Adjust the level and press the button now.”
Linhart did as he was told and when he pushed the button, it was clear that a great stream of magical energy was flowing through poor Tyra’s body. Her entire body spasmed nearly lifting off the table, she was orgasming to the flow of magical energy, and she lost control of her bladder. Her pee flowed out all over the table and floor. Elim’s body was also shaking now in time with Tyra’s but to a lesser degree.
“Don’t worry about the mess, Linhart! Often when someone is stunned, they lose control of their bladder. Now, check the ID bracers!”
Linhart looked at Tyra’s scores and saw that her Fighting score was steady, but her Binding score was dropping. She was losing Utility from the stun. When he looked at Elim’s bracer, he was surprised to find that his scores were dropping alongside Tyra’s. Their scores were mirrored.
Octavia leaned over once more and addressed the two stunned Binders. “Which one of you darlings is Tyra right now?”
At the same time, in a similar voice, both of them answered, “I am.”
“Oh dear, I think the shock interfered with the mirroring spell as well. I’m cancelling the spell now, let’s give them a few minutes to separate identities and see the results.
A few minutes passed, and Linhart could see the girl’s body physically relax. Both their scores were now:
Binding: 1035, Magic: 405, Fighting: 25
“That’s not everything,” Octavia hinted playfully, “Check your own score.”
Linhart did not really want to see those dismal numbers again, but he didn’t want to disappoint her, so he pulled them up and saw:
Fighting:209, Binding: 25, Healing: 20
“Oh wow! I have a Utility score of 25 now!”
“A Binding score, Linhart,” Octavia corrected. “She was casting a spell and you successfully interrupted her, effectively draining her Binding score... I’ve just helped you improve your scores.” She came around the table and draped her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. “Now has Xenia done something like that for you?"
Linhart felt the overwhelming presence of this strong woman. She was so competitive with Xenia over ownership of him, however, he was still just a toy to her. How could he hope to manipulate her? “No, Stratega Octavia. You helped me more than Stratega Xenia ever has.”
If Linhart wanted to get any favors out of this woman, he would have to set the pace himself, and soon.
“Good.” Her dark eyes studied him for a moment longer, then she turned and walked away. “Come, join me in the bedroom. Leave them here, they’ll be fine by themselves. It's time for you to start fulfilling your promise to me.”
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