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Silviana bent the girl over her knee. Egwene Al'Vere tucked a lock of her brown hair behind her ear as if she was going to look up at Silviana, but she just kept her eyes on the floors.
That spoke of discipline. Girl's this age trembled nervously, fearful of the punishment to come. Not Egwene. Had she grown into her title? Or had those run-aways accidently given the title to one who had already grown.
Silviana would find out. She placed her palm on the flat of the girl's lower back. Novices—even Accepted—usually tensed, anticipating. Not Egwene. Not even when Silviana's palm roamed sideways, curved down her buttocks, and lifted her skirts. Woolens and shift bunched at the waist, revealing modest hips with a subtle outward flare. Soft cheeks padded them, though, and goosebumps pricked its skin. That would be from the bite of cold, for Egwene still did not flinch.
Silviana raised her palm and looked to the girl's face.
She found no reaction. Just that determined stare into the ground.
Silivana had only ever spanked in reprimand, but this girl's silent resistance sparked a darkness in Silviana that surprised herself. How dare this girl not fear her?
Her hand came down in a sweeping arc and slammed into skin with a slap. The flesh caved where her palm made contact and ripples ran down thighs and up thin love handles. Her hand came away and revealed skin already reddening in the mark of her palm. Her fingers had left imprints across the crack. Bad technique. She'd gotten carried away and started too strong.
But... Egwene didn't flinch. Her face remained impassive, unyielding.
And Silviana found herself scowling. Elaida would see her switched in she couldn't show a Novice the error of her ways.
So Silviana came down again, harder, thrusting the girl sideways. Again. The jiggling flesh never got a chance to rest. Slap. Slap. Skin paled and reddened as blood ebbed and flowed to the rhythm of the impacts Slap!
Impassive. As if Silviana hadn’t become exceptional at this. She grabbed her switch.
It cracked the air as she swung harder than ever before, and whipped into skin. She’d never seen a red line appear and raise up on the skin so fast. She swung again. Whip-crash. Whip-Crash! More and more long raised bumps swelled on the buttocks--which were more pink and red now than otherwise. The time had come for true reprimand.
She struck across the swelling bumps.
There was a distinct nick in the sound of whip on skin when you struck swells. Almost like a tiny pop or tear. Indeed, where struck, the swelling skin broke and little beads of blood peaked out from them.
Impassive.
Silviana scowled. She made criss crosses, once again never letting the jiggling flesh rest. Blood flew off the switch as she swung it back and came back down again and again. Skin rent. Her arm was growing heavy and losing its power.
She lifted Egwene and turned her herself, dropping the girl back over her knee and whipping again. The lashes bit into more skin and blood trickled down her thighs. She looked like a virgin taken by a trolloc.
Silviana abandoned the switch and used her hand again. The flesh on flesh echoed louder now that blood slicked the interface. A tear dripped from Egwene's impassive eyes. Her body was failing, but that did not count.
Silviana applied the blood across the girl's bum. The increased sound of the spank might get into Egwene's head.
It didn't.
Spank.
Spank!
SPANK!
Silviana's hand was slicked against skin that was so ridden with bumps and edges that it felt like frayed carpets. The girl's tears flowed freely now. But those eyes. Light!
Silviana came down with a flurry of aggressive hits and Egwene finally gasped and began to struggle, pressing her legs together and looking up to Silviana in shock. She didn't seem in anymore pain than before, but her butt cheeks were clenched and her eyes tracked to Silviana's hand. In her frustration, Silviana had embedded her entire finger into the girl's anus and was roughly scraping in and out.
She pulled out of the girl and held her hands to her breast, ignoring the natural scents wafting up from her finger.
Egwene took that as a cue to stand. She walked around the desk, her gait awkward, and lowered her skirts. Blood dripped down her ankles and onto the floors. But she collected her things and left, leaving Silviana struck.
Had Silviana just broken herself?
***
The next time Egwene was sent for punishment, she came with flushed cheeks.
By time she lay across Silviana, her thighs were wet. It reminded Silviana of her youth, of days of pillow friends and passion.
Hmm…
Light but it was soft inside the girl. Warm. Her legs rubbed together in the cutest way when Silviana wriggled her fingers. How nice it must be to still experience that excitement. To enjoy it.
Silviana looked far younger than she was, but being Aes Sedai hadn't prevented her from drying up, not after 151 years. These days she needed lubrication to admit her own fingers! Yet, Egwene produced enough lube for all of the White Tower. She should send the girl to go and service Elaida. It didn't get drier than that old hag.
Egwene moaned her pleasure openly as Silviana sodomised her. She did so as well while Silviana spanked and lashed her--the healers would need something to heal.
When done, the girl skimped off, leaving Silviana horney but dry.
***
Again and again Elaida sent Egwene for a thrashing. And each time, the girl became more obliging, and Silviana became more frustrated. By the tenth time, her frustration was putting lashes so deep into the girl, she could see flesh through the cuts. The most frustrating part was that the girl just lay across her lap expecting the service.
Despite the cuteness, frustration had built up again and Silviana forced her arm elbow deep into Egwene's ass. She could feel her fist rub against her own thighs through Egwene's belly. The girl never screamed or suffered. The only sounds she ever made were moans. Those too were so bloody cute.
Silviana made sure to stretch the girl as much as possible. If they couldn’t feel the same arousal, perhaps they could share stretch marks. From behind she locked her arm around Egwene’s neck—just for leverage—and shoved her arm deeper into her ass. Okay, she did squeeze her neck a little as she pushed the girl’s belly down. She circled her little navel from the inside again and again, using it to stroke herself.
But, despite the moans and wheezes for air, Silviana remained dry.
So, she started leaving things in here—interesting things with effects—in an attempt to arouse herself after the girl left, wondering what was happening to her.
One such thing she'd hooked inside was an inflating skin, charmed to enlarge each time Egwene or anyone around her said the word 'Novice' or 'Amyrlin'. It was the very reason Egwene had been sent in today. Elaida had thought the girl pregnant, then after confirming her virginity, chastised her for trickery and sent her for punishment.
Silviana shifted her arm within Egwene's soft canals, searching for another corrugation in the flesh for the second hook. There. This time she hooked a bladder beside the inflatable skin. This held the White Tower's most powerful aphrodisiac. Silviana had grown immune to it, but Egwene certainly hadn’t.
She got the girl off and thrashed her as was expected, and sent her off.
***
That night, Silviana lay in her sheets, thinking of all the debates Egwene would be having, talking to novices and the like about being Amyrlin. The skin must be expanding right now, putting pressure on the aphrodisiac bladder, secreting itself directly into the girl's intestinal tract. It had been designed accounting for loss of potency from the liver and kidney's filtering, and without that…
The thought made Silviana quiver like she used to so long ago. But her thighs remained dry and she had no urge except the urge to feel arousal again.
So she contacted someone who had been bothering her for decades.
***
Egwene reported for punishment first thing the next morning. The girl was ripping her clothes off and drooling as the Aes Sedai delivered her. Before they even left, Egwene climbed over the table and collapsed across Silviana's lap. She didn't just lay there, though. She had her middle finger embedded in her hairy brunette pussy and her hips humped Silviana's thigh.
Wow.
The scariest part was that this was not the worst part. Apparently, last night, Egwene had raped several novices, and it turned into the largest group of pillow friends the White Tower had ever seen.
"Novices could be heard across the flaming Tower," were Elaida's words. "Like wives whose husbands had returned after years on campaign. If they can't suppress their libido, they'll never become Aes Sedai."
Ah yes, Silviana thought as she replaced Egwene's aphrodisiac bladder with a fresh one. The girl's saliva and juices must have been toxic with the stuff. All the novices must have gotten a dose. Silviana could feel it seep into her skin from within Egwene's ass, but she remained dry.
It was like Elaida said. Aes Sedai controlled their libido. But it seemed Silviana had repressed it instead, so far that it was impossible to find.
Silviana sighed. Frustration would be her only pillow friend. Frustration, and her little Amyrlin Seat. Silviana drew out of the girl, forearm coming away wet and coated, and grabbed her third object.
This one was not for the ass. It was a little momento Silviana wanted to plant into the girl's womb.
A little black caterpillar. It wiggled and squirmed its countless legs, making scraping, chitinous sounds. Egwene turned, but Silviana roughly pushed her face down. That only made the girl wetter.
Silviana moved the girl's fingers away from her pussy and pushed the caterpillar's head between her lips.
Egwene jumped, but Silviana held her in place and nudged the bug. She didn't need to encourage it. Once it recognised the opening as a vagina, it burrowed in as if a cat chased it.
Egwene began to squirm and thrash, afrodesiac overpowered by fright.
"Novice Novice Novice..." Silviana chanted and Egwene's tummy began to bloat. In seconds, her flailing was accompanied by the frantic humping of Silviana's knee.
Yesterday's dose of afrodesiac has not completely worn off, and with that pregnant-looking bulging belly, the second dose was already flowing into her veins. Egwene’s tongue hung from her mouth, drool leaking, and her hips gyrated like a bitch in heat. She giggled girlishly as her free hand clutched at her little breasts, nails leaving bleeding streaks upon them.
The occupied girl let Silviana focus. As she spanked and lashed the girl silly, she attuned to the caterpillar and saw as it did. An opening up ahead. Cervix.
Penetrate.
It obeyed and scuttled through, entering a dark cavern within her lit only by the red glow of the caterpillar's eyes.
Divide.
The caterpillar broke into two halves, the bottom end wriggling and orienting itself to the upper right region. It went off that way. Silviana stayed with the original bug and made for the left fallopian tube. A minute's worth of scraping through folding pink flesh, she came upon a little alcove. An area with a little extra space so as not to crush the ovaries.
In the middle of the area, lay a mass as large as the caterpillar itself. It looked like a chewed piece of dry meat, grey, lumpy, and flat like a smashed sphere. It throbbed with Egwene's pulse, as was visible at the back of the alcove in the form of a large, beating artery. In this small region, it looked like a pipe thick as a man. There were no men here, not in the white tower, or in Egwene. Unless you counted the caterpillar.
Inseminate.
The bug climbed atop Egwene's ovary, and the pulsing grey mound flinched. Unencumbered, the bug lifted the back of its body, revealing a needle-like appendage, half as long as its body.
Then it thrust its length into her ovaries. They say a woman can't feel that far into her depths, but Egwene jumped as the worm penetrated her baby maker. She jumped again, likely the other bug had found her right ovary.
Silviana switched over to check and saw the same scenario unfold. Caterpillar fucking Egwene's ovaries faster and faster as Silviana turned her bottom red from merciless spanking. She smacked and set the firm bottom jigging again and again, faster and faster, and the bugs followed suit. Silviana felt it then. A wetness between her thighs. She rubbed her legs together.
She came immediately.
It had been so long since she'd felt any pleasure that the slightest stimulation instantly set her off. Her explosion didn't stop her from hitting Egwene. She was not a Novice. In fact, it made her go harder. She grabbed her lash and whipped, shouting Novice, forcing her planted bladder to expand the girl's tummy like a balloon. It pushed down on Silviana's own pussy, lifting Egwene. Stretch marks formed on the girl, numerous pink streaks running across love handles to her back and belly.
Silviana came again, and with her, the caterpillars exploded, too, bucking and filling the ovaries up. The mounds of beating flesh expanded and expanded, swelling to engulf the entire alcove, trapping the bugs right there, dicks still inside.
Silviana lost connection with the caterpillars.
And Egwene stopped her flails of enjoyment and suffering. She writhed out of Silviana's lap and fell onto her back on the floor, holding her stomach. She looked up at Silviana, fear in her eyes.
Her stomach rumbled.
Her face scrunched up.
Something shifted within the stomach. Not simple inflation, but actual movement.
Her eyes widened, and her hands moved to her pussy. Not alluringly. She clutched it as if hanging onto it. But she couldn't stop what had started, not even Silviana could. Right before her eyes, the girl's pelvis began to expand. She was still a virgin, but she was about to give birth. The subtle flaring of her hips were not so subtle anymore.
More stretch marks formed and she began to scream. Blood oozed out out of her still too-neat pussy lips, followed by black scales. Not small like a caterpillar. Large, the shape of a human baby's head. Her screaming increased and Silviana pulled the girl's legs up and spread them to aid the process.
Still, the girl’s hips were not wide enough.
“Novice!” Silviana chanted at the proclaimed Amyrlin Seat. “Novice, Novice, Novice!”
The belly expanded and the girl wailed, and finally the baby's head popped out. Antlers, antennae, and mandibles on a human face. The first insect trolloc.
A steep price to pay, but the Dark One had kept his end of the bargain. He'd made Silviana cum.
Egwene passed out, and Silviana let her legs down and stood on her side. She placed a slippered foot on the inflated stomach and gently stomped the right place, just under the navel. The bladder bled, gushing air out through Egwene’s behind. What would her mid-riff look like now. Perfect as it had been days before? Sagging?
Egwene’s stomach flattened, and though stretch marks radiated from her sides to the centre, her skin remained taut, now wrapped around lusher hips.
Silviana snarled and thrashed the body within an inch of its life, then let it suffer for a while before sending it for healing. Said healing fixed the stretch marks but did not return the hips to its nubile form. Novices begged Egwene for her secret. Egwene didn’t remember, so kept coming to Silviana in earnest, wet, thinking they were pillow friends, thinking Silviana supported her claim to Amyrlin Seat—she did make Egwene a seven striped stole to wear in their sessions, after all.
But Silviana turned her into nothing more than a womb. A trolloc factory. Egwene gave birth to hundreds. Myrddraal she spawned raped her repeatedly and gave her more offspring, which raped their mother too with their gross, insect-like appendages. She grew true child-bearing hips and sagging skin, all the while Silviana came on her, laughing, whipping, chanting “Novice! Novice! Novice!”