Third Day (2 of 5)
Breaking the Breaker: Power games intensify as Damion is forced to submit in public and private
'Breaking the Breaker' Content Warning: Erotic Horror
Story contains graphic depictions of violence, non-consensual sex, psychological manipulation, power imbalance, humiliation, dehumanization, and other dark, disturbing themes.
This story invites reflection on what happens to the mind under sustained horror, how identity reshapes itself around trauma, and what traces of agency persist when autonomy has been stripped away.
Proceed with extreme caution.
She pouts dramatically, "This 'Agreement' gets in the way of my fun," then a smile crosses her face, "This month's Agreement ends tomorrow, though. And that cock cage unlocks, doesn't it?" Mulsae nods. "I'm looking forward to releasing that cock," she purrs.
She backs away frowning again petulantly, "This Agreement, is it enchanted?"
"No, Your Radiance. We purposely avoided being bound by magic. We want to be bound by honor and trust."
Her eyes light up, "Then nothing is stopping you from making Damion cry!" Damion's heart sinks.
"Your Radiance, if I break the terms of the Agreement, I will be gravely damaging the relationship I have with my pet," Mulsae tries to say as respectfully as possible.
She scoffs, "He's your pet, what does it matter how he feels about you?"
"Trust in me is an important component of keeping him docile and obedient, Your Radiance."
"Is that so?" she saunters over to Damion and plays with his hair, "You have not completed instructing me on the breaking process. We will continue lessons soon."
She places her hands on Damion's shoulders then bends down to be eye level with him, cheek to cheek, and looks at him through the mirror, "Would you mind if we end The Agreement a day early? If you both agree to end it, then no trust is broken."
"I'm required to defend the agreement, Your Radiance," Mulsae says.
Zudaeshi's nails begin to dig into Damion's shoulders. Hard. He can't help but grimace.
"Your Radiance," Mulsae pleads with a helpless hand reaching out to them, "You're hurting him."
"This Agreement seems to be superceding my authority as your Harmonarch!" she exclaims angrily. Blood begins to trickle down from the nail marks in Damion's shoulders.
Fuck, she's angry. What will she do if she's angry? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
"It's okay!" gasps Damion, "It's okay, we'll end The Agreement now."
Zudaeshi loosens her grip on Damion's shoulders, "Do you agree, Mulsae dear?"
"Yes, Your Radiance. We can end The Agreement now," Mulsae concedes sadly.
She releases Damion. "Good," she coos as she saunters up to Mulsae. She places a possessive hand on his chest, "Now, do make Damion cry for me, Mulsae dear."
Damion's heart is fluttering around his ribcage like a terrified bird. Banning throat fucking was the first thing written in The Agreement on day one. He hates it. He loathes it. He has nightmares about it. Dread seeps out from the core of his being.
Mulsae sits in one of the chairs. He opens his pants and pushes them down a bit. There's no hardened length to pop out. He's flaccid. He takes himself in hand and strokes. Zudaeshi sits in the chair opposite Mulsae and watches with rapt attention.
Mulsae opens his legs wide, "Damion, kneel between my legs," he says with mild authority.
Damion's throat bobs as he swallows. He stands and walks to Mulsae then gingerly lowers himself to kneel between his legs.
Mulsae still isn't hard. He strokes himself. After a moment he tips his head back and closes his eyes. His cock begins to harden and grow. When finally satisfied Mulsae says lowly, "I'm going to fuck that throat of yours." Damion whimpers.
Mulsae gets a grip on the roots of Damion's hair. He pulls him towards his cock. We just need to get this over with, Damion thinks to himself, I just need to cry and then we can stop. The faster I cry the better.
He allows all his emotions to unlock. He allows his dread and despair to swallow him. He can feel the pin pricks of tears as Mulsae's cock enters his mouth.
Gods oh gods oh gods oh gods. This is it. And Damion gags on Mulsae's cock. Mulsae pushes further. A tear falls as the pure stress of it floods his system. Mulsae pushes as far as he can and Damion's nose smooshes into Mulsae's body. Mulsae thrusts but is still preventing him from breathing. Tears fall. Damion thrashes and kicks his legs.
Mulsae pops him off his cock with a loud gasp from Damion. He pants heavily. Mulsae turns Damion's head, "How is this, Your Radiance?" Damion looks at her with his mouth gaping, drool spilling, and kohl streaked tears run down his face.
Zudaeshi considers Damion's appearance, "More. Do it again."
Damion whimpers as Mulsae tugs his head back and swiftly penetrates his mouth. He thrusts up fast causing Damion to gag followed by a sob wracking through him. Now the tears stream. Mulsae thrusts in his throat and Damion can't breath.
Mulsae pops Damion off his cock with a loud wet gasp followed by a snot filled inhale. Tears are continuing to fall down Damion's face bringing kohl down his cheeks. His nose is red. His cheeks flushed. His lips swollen and slick with saliva. Mulsae turns Damion's head to face Zudaeshi, "Will this do, Your Radiance?"
She claps her hands in delight, "Oh how lovely. Just absolutely lovely. Perfect."
She stands up happily, "Let me get a good look at you two."
Damion lumbers up into a standing position. Mulsae puts himself back in his pants and stands then refastens them. He runs his hands down his clothing to straighten everything out.
Zudaeshi walks up to Mulsae and flicks her nails through his hair to style it. She turns to Damion and does the same.
She steps back and evaluates them. "Yes, this will do well."
She ushers them to the door while she says, "Mulsae dear, you are my Council Consultant. Go to the banquet hall and mingle with the rest of my Council Ministers. Introduce yourself and get to know everyone else. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Your Radiance," Mulsae says with confidence.
She ushers them out the door and shuts it. Damion and Mulsae look to each other. Mulsae mouths 'I'm sorry'. Damion closes his eyes and nods then jerks his head to indicate they should get going. They leave Zudaeshi's suite, with Mulsae acknowledging the guards with a nod.
Mulsae and Damion go through the hallways with Damion in heel position to the left and behind. They reach the set of double doors that are already open to the banquet hall.
They cross the threshold and the gathered individuals turn to face them. They are all Sky-Touched, save for one. He’s unsavory even at a glance. Smoke clings to him like a second skin. Only his face, chest, and biceps hold shape when he’s still while the rest shifts in and out of existence. When he moves, an arm lifted or a step taken, the drifting smoke snaps into muscle and bone for an instant, only to fade again to smoke when he stills.
He drifts the perimeter of the gathering, half-spirit eyes flicking between each person as if measuring every secret in the room.
Mulsae places his hands in his pockets as he strolls in. He makes his rounds to meet people and introduce himself. No one recognizes him by sight, but some are familiar with his name, while others just the 'Sanctum of the Cutting Deep', and others still have never heard of Mulsae nor his Sanctum.
Zudaeshi appears to have gathered the necessary people to run a territory. There is the High Commander of Her Legions, and a Master of Watch for security. She has the basics covered, like a Coinmaster and Council Scribe, and even a Residence Master to manage running the palace. Plus an Official Envoy, Spymaster, and Dungeon Master.
Not many react to Damion, they either eye him or ignore him. One actually inquired, and was impressed Mulsae had made someone his pet.
Mulsae turns to speak with the smoke spirit at the far side of the room, but Zudaeshi can be heard approaching by the sound of her shoes echoing through the halls. Everyone steps forward closer to the entrance of the room.
Zudaeshi steps in wearing a midnight blue dress. Everyone bows and says, "Your Radiance."
She casts her eyes across the group and smiles widely, "My Council Ministers. My closest confidants. We are starting something great together, a unified Harmura. I hope you have all had an opportunity to meet each other." The group nods. She claps her hands, "Wonderful. Let's take our seats."
Everyone heads to their chairs. Mulsae rounds the table and much to his relief has found he has a chair. Unfortunately, it's directly to the left of Zudaeshi. Between Mulsae and Zudaeshi is a cushion on the floor for Damion.
To Zudaeshi's right is the smoke spirit. His edges billow and contract at seemingly random intervals.
Many servants file in carrying trays and place one tray in front of each person. Mulsae has been given normal portion sizes despite him feeding two. Damion looks up at a soft squeak sound and sees in front of the smoke spirit is a small cage with two frightened rabbits. His eyes widen at the sight.
Mulsae shares his food with Damion. He feeds him a bite a moment after Damion finishes chewing the previous offer. Mulsae is definitely feeding more to Damion than he's eating himself.
The smoke spirit drifts a misty hand toward the first rabbit. It shudders and topples onto its side. Frost rims its eyes and feathers the tips of its fur.
The rest of the table has been chatting amongst themselves, providing a faint din in the background.
When he finishes draining the second rabbit, the spirit lifts his head. His voice is unnatural, drifting like his smoke, half heard, half felt brushing cold against the skin. “What… is thisss?” He gestures at Damion, fingers flickering into shape just long enough to point.
Zudaeshi answers, "This is Mulsae's pet, Damion," she runs her nails through Damion's hair.
"Why... is he heeeere? Pets should staaaay in their owner's rooooom," the spirit's black eyes narrow at Damion.
"He joins me everywhere," Mulsae says coolly.
"And I enjoy his company as well, isn't that right, Damion dear?" she runs her nails down his neck to his shoulder.
"He'ssss... a rissssk," the spirit's voice drifts forward.
Zudaeshi hums in contemplation, "He has a point, Mulsae."
"He may stay in my room if it pleases you, Your Radiance," Mulsae suggests.
"No," she says with a frown while running her nails through his hair again, "I do enjoy his company."
"We could remooooove his eyessss... his tongue... and gouge out his earssss," the spirit suggests unflinchingly.
Zudaeshi hums in contemplation. Damion's heart jumps into his throat. His heart beats faster. He tries to show no reaction but it's getting harder to breathe.
Zudaeshi turns Damion's head to face her. She runs a nail from his brow, around his eye to his cheek, "These eyes are lovely,"
She reaches down to his mouth. She presses down on his bottom lip and he opens, "Stick out your tongue, Damion dear." He nervously complies. Is this the moment she removes my tongue? She fondles the tongue ring with the tip of a nail. She hums contemplatively, "This tongue can perform... services." Fuck. Would I prefer no tongue, or eat her out? Serious question...
She reaches up to caress the edge of Damion's ear. He retracts his tongue and closes his mouth. "He obeys so well to orders," she sticks a nail down his ear canal and applies pressure. Damion freezes. A shudder curls down his spine; sweat beads at his hairline. Then she pulls her nail out, "No. He's too much of a good boy to take his hearing."
She removes her hand from him and tension washes off Damion's shoulders. Mulsae offers him another bite of food giving him an excuse to turn away.
She turns to the smoke spirit, "I don't wish to modify him. I like him the way he is."
The spirit's edges billow in silent agitation, "I have given my advicccce... It'sss... your decissssion, Your Raaadiance."
"Duly noted, Khaas. Thank you. I will keep your caution in mind," she returns back to eating her lunch.
The rest talk amongst themselves, but do not bring Zudaeshi nor Khaas into conversation. They do try to pull Mulsae into talking, but he provides curt bored responses.
The Dungeon Master, Malric, is looking forward to working with Mulsae because of his telepathic abilities. Mulsae nor Zudaeshi let him know she's sapped away his powers.
The Spymaster, Riko, wants to consult with Mulsae and learn about his techniques with his spy network. She recalls the Water Sanctum has an excellent spy network, but can't quite remember exactly why that was. Perhaps Mulsae can fill her in.
After everyone has finished eating and they're reclining in their chairs drinking their wine, Zudaeshi calls an end to lunch and bids them to move on to their meeting in the audience chamber. Chairs scrape against the floor in a cacophony as everyone moves back their chair to stand at the same time.
Zudaeshi leads them through the hallways to the grand carved double doors that are already open to the audience chamber. The room has a modest crowd milling about. The crowd is mostly composed of soldiers and servants. Dalenna, Serelinne, Brayl, and the Flame siblings are also present, grouped together from everyone else.
Zudaeshi forgoes the pomp and circumstance for this crowd and just strolls in with her Council Ministers in tow. Someone announces, "Your Radiance!" and everyone turns to bow and part from the middle of the room so she may reach her throne unimpeded.
Khaas follows her as she heads to the throne. She sits and he floats to the right of the throne canopy. "Thank you," she says regally, "My Council Ministers, please approach."
The crowd is quiet and faces her. The Council Ministers approach and stand before her in a semicircle. Mulsae has Damion kneel next to him and keeps a protective hand on his head.
"Coinmaster, please begin," Zudaeshi instructs.
Lazhar is handed a stack of parchment from an assistant. "I have created preliminary budgets for everyone," he begins as he hands out the parchment. He looks at the top parchment then goes to a specific individual. Each document is limited to the budget for what that individual oversees. Lazhar goes on his spiel discussing how their budgets show the fungible and not fungible assets made available to them, and how this is all preliminary depending upon the results of the tithe in two days. He concludes his talk and returns to his spot in the semicircle.
"High Commander," she calls.
Rhydros steps forward. "The forces we have shall be ready to deploy in four days' time. We are in negotiations with Shinra to increase our forces. The negotiations are looking positive since your ascension to Harmonarch."
Zudaeshi nods. "Master of Watch."
"There were no breaches of security during the recent influx of guests," Eryx reports, "We're continuing to expand secure areas available in the palace. We're hoping to have the entire palace secure in three weeks."
Zudaeshi purses her lips, "A large number of guests shall be coming in within the week, and continuing to grow for the week after. Where shall we put them?"
"What level of accommodations do they require?"
She shrugs, "Doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter how many are squeezed into a space?"
"Not at all," she replies coolly.
"Then we should easily be able to accommodate a large number of guests in time. I shall prioritize securing space for them."
Residence Master Misaki speaks up, "The space can't be too crowded, else we won't be able to get food to them."
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