The rest of the week passed by like a fevered dream. With no natural light and the five of them living together in seclusion, Linhart lost all track of time. His bracer became his only link to the passage of the days. Each day was an endless cycle of sex, rotating through Octavia, Thalia, and Iris. Zoey was occasionally allowed to participate, but only when Octavia was in the mood to demean her. She had never forgiven the Fighter girl for her insubordination early on.
More and more, she treated Zoey like an actual dog. Her food would be served on the floor, and Octavia insisted she eat without using her hands. When moving from room to room, Zoey was forced to go all her hands and feet with her butt sticking up in the air and her long blond hair dragging across the floor. Octavia even produced a butt plug from the packages that she had delivered that resembled a bushy golden dog tail, which she called "Perfect for this bitchy girl." Octavia left it up to Linhart to stuff it in her little brown hole, which Zoey happily accepted from him.
To Linhart’s dismay, she was now embracing her new role as Octavia’s pet. Even when they were alone together at night, she wouldn't talk to him, but only bark. Throughout their days, Zoey would stand like a guard dog nearby him, and whenever she was allowed his seed, she received it in the doggy position.
Thalia spent a lot of time taking ID bracer readings and analyzing changes in Scores. Linhart was impressed by the Binder girl’s quick thinking and mathematical mind. She was the first one to equate anal sex with a gain in Magic skill. Octavia’s eyes had twinkled at that discovery. She had never let Linhart cum in her butt, but when she learned this was the secret to becoming 'as skilled in Magic as one of those stuffy mages,' she decided to give it a try.
They got as far as posing her on her back with her legs in the air, but when it came to Linhart pushing his finger in, penetrating her back door, even with proper preparation and lubricant, she refused to go through with it. It was just 'too degrading.'
Not for the first time, Linhart noticed that Octavia was a bit prudish. She didn’t like to take his dick in her mouth either, saying, “The tip won't even fit in my mouth, how am I supposed to take the whole thing?” And so, she only really enjoyed laying Linhart down in the bedroom and riding him until he creampied her. But this she did 10 times a day.
Using Iris’ sperm recovery analysis, Thalia had also calculated whether it was better to have sex more often or whether it was better to wait for his sperm count to recover. She found that his semen was top quality after only three hours of rest, but there was still some benefit to screwing before that time had lapsed. Using some algebraic formulas, which completely mystified Linhart, she calculated that the time between ejaculations, for optimal power leveling Fighting, Binding, or Magic skills, was approximately 30 minutes.
“So, if the one girl were to take every possible cumshot from him for the whole week,” Octavia had posed the question during their meal time together, “How much would that one girl be able to improve over seven days?”
“Well,” Thalia responded after giving it some thought, “The maximum benefit would be to her Fighting skill, which rises fastest of the three. She would probably be able to reach Fighter: Level 10 within a week, if she slept, ate, and used the washroom between 30 minute sessions. Remember that Linhart also needs preparation time. He can’t cum instantly, so she would only have twenty minutes or so before she would have to start stimulating him again.
Octavia reached out to squeeze Linhart’s ever-ready penis. Her fingers ran up and down as she gazed into his eyes. “We are certainly blessed to have this boy that can do it all week long. Other than taking breaks to sleep and eat, he’s been doing it non-stop with no sign of fatigue. You are truly the best boy!”
Her praise was not just empty words, Octavia showed him how much she valued him as often as she could. She devised a system for Linhart to, efficiently and with minimal pain to the girls, drain them of their Binding and Magic skill. The girls were made to lie down on the experimental tables and they would take turns having the shock rod shoved inside them, and the mana clips applied to their nipples. Linhart was surprised to find how much he could affect their score with just those devices. With the combination of the two, he was able to drain up to 100 points an hour. Of course, he would give them an oral injection of his semen to balance out any score they lost, and by the final hours they’d all benefited more than ever expected. The experiment had been a huge success!
Sometime, on the second to last day, Linhart found that he’d reached a new milestone. His score was:
Binding: 1370, Fighting: 565, Magic: 459, Healing: 227
His total points exceeded 2000 now, which brought him to level 5, but since Fighting was no longer his highest Level 4, that meant that he was no longer classified as a Fighter. He was a Binder: Level 5. He had mixed feelings about losing his Fighter status, but he was very excited by the extensive list of skills that were now available to him.
Binder skills, Mage skills, even slave skills were available for him to choose from. He brought the matter up with Octavia, and she didn't hesitate to tell him which skills he should take.
“There are three basic casting skills here that would benefit you more than any other skills on the list. Those are Binding, Warding, and Casting. These are the basic skills that all new Binders, Warders, and Casters must take in order to use their mana and to access new spells. Since you have 3 skill points and all three of these skills are available to you, why don’t you take all three of them?”
Linhart liked the sound of being able to use mana, and not just because his master was the one to suggest it. Quan had said, not that long ago, that he had learned some spells from the mages which helped him defeat even the strongest of the Fighter girls. Maybe Linhart would end up the same. But then he recalled that Quan had been kidnapped, and was likely being drained to near-death at this very moment. A dark mood entered Linhart’s moment of triumph.
“Yes, I will do it,” he agreed right away. “Could I ask you to please teach me some spells to start me off?”
“Of course, Linhart.” Octavia replied, doting on him like a teacher does their favorite student. “Would you like me to teach you your first Binding spell?”
He chose the three skills and then listened carefully as Octavia instructed him on the casting of spell called 'the Honey Jar.' Linhart, completely ignorant to how magic worked, was surprised to learn it didn't conjure honey, but instead it improved a person's view or opinions about the spell caster. Octavia confessed to having used it on Linhart several times early on, though he had resisted most of the effect with his natural stubbornness.
"All you have to do is make skin-to-skin contact with the target and let your mana flow into them like honey from a jar.
After that he spent nearly an hour practicing the spell he’d learned on Iris. She had also picked up basic magic using powers, and so was using her own honey jar spell on him as well. By the end of the hour, both were locked in a sweaty, gasping embrace. Their eyes peered lustfully at one another, while their hands explored each other's bodies.
If not for the dizziness that came with the overuse of mana, he wouldn't have been able to hold back from ripping her toga off and screwing her right there. Checking their status on their ID bracers, he was at 4/60 MP, which meant he was almost completely drained of mana points, and she was at 14/90 MP. As it stood now, the spell took at least 20 MP to completely cast, and Linhart had just enough mana to cast his one spell three times in succession.
* * * * * * * * *
It was just after sunrise on the last day of the experiment that the five of them gathered once again in front of the roaring fire in the laboratory. Linhart glanced down at his ID bracer and pulled up his Relationship Lock screen with Octavia:
> Mutual Bond (22 days remaining)
> Master / Slave (2 minutes remaining)
> Rival Link
> Duration
Linhart looked up at Octavia nervously. “There’s only two minutes left in our contract, master.”
“Yes, Linhart,” Octavia replied solemnly, “Did you enjoy your time with me?”
“I did very much,” he exclaimed, “I don’t want it to end.”
“Well, we’ll see if you feel the same way in two minutes' time,” she noted with sadness in her voice. “Would you mind holding me once more, Linhart?”
“Of course not,” he threw his arms around her passionately. She leaned over and kissed him, holding her sweet-smelling lips to his, her nose rubbed against his, which he joyfully reciprocated. The other three just sat and watched. Thalia and Iris watched with excitement. Zoey stewed with jealousy.
They held that kiss for a long while, until Linhart felt a sudden and significant shift in his heart. Octavia’s full red lips left his own. The energy in his body spread out into his limbs, and his shoulders straightened as if a great weight had been lifted from him. His need for this woman fell away along with the constant stream of thoughts and feelings about her. Suddenly, he couldn’t remember why he had served her so loyally and done so much to please her. Frankly, the memory of the things he’d said and done for her over the past week made him feel dirty.
His arms fell from around her, and he took an awkward step back, not knowing what to say to this woman that he now knew better than any other person. He could still feel her emotions running through his head. A mix of sadness and acceptance. Nothing needed to be said. She knew he was not going to be her slave ever again. That moment lingered with neither of them saying a word.
But then the silence was shattered as Zoey leapt, like a feral animal, upon Octavia and launched an all-out vicious attack.
