Escape from Eirnin (P6)

Escape from Eirnin (P6)

The Master said nothing at first. He just looked at me with puzzlement, as I made myself stand. His eyes were locked onto mine and I looked down onto the ground. I was not worthy to even glance in his direction. My throat was all choked up, as I was overcome by emotion.


"Please don't be scared" Eirnin said, holding out his arms. I was too much in shock to notice the lame, clichéd dialogue that always seems to erupt between us two, but I did move closer to him, with my head still aiming towards the ground. His arms moved around and embraced me. Immediately, I felt myself go limp in his arms. It had been a long day, and I needed someone to comfort me. If that someone happened to the Master to whom I worshipped and adored, that's so much the better.


"So tell me. What were those nasty Unbelievers trying to do to you?" He purred in my ear, as he stroked my hair. My mind was suddenly cleared of all the evil thought that didn't conform to the standards of my Master. My mouth was ready to obey me as I tried to make unintelligible sounds into words so I could communicate with Eirnin.

"They tried to turn me away from you. They made me question my beliefs. They claimed that they offered as many things as were offered here." I began to sob in the Master's shoulder. No one had to go through something like this. Why did I deserve this type of treatment from the Unbelievers? I knew right there and then what I had to do. I had to grab a sword and hold it high against the Unbelievers. It was the only thing they'd listen to. They don't listen to things like 'reason' or 'enlightenment'. All they cared about was consuming their crappy products. Enlightenment was just something that came from watching a TV show with people like that.

The Eternal Master just nodded and rubbed my neck. It had been so long since I felt like this, feeling like a child in their mother's arms. I had no mother. All I knew was that she had betrayed herself and her family to the Unbelievers and suffered a death at the hands of the Master like she should've.


I asked the Master if I could be excused to rest. While being near his presence was enticing, I really needed to sleep. I was in his vast palace, and finding a spare bed can be difficult, especially if you were in the wrong wing. So I found the nearest leather armchair (the kind that swallow you up). I tried to snuggle down in a 'Z' shape, my fairly scrawny body managing to fit snugly between the armrests as I drifted off to sleep%u2026


Sleep that night was nothing to write home about. It was deep, it was good and I woke up with a seriously stiff neck. Some of the Compound staff were moving around like worker bees, tending to the Master and making sure all the priests and priestesses were tended to. One of them asked me if I wanted breakfast, but I wasn't sure that my stomach would be able to handle the challenge of eating solid foods.


The staff returned with some small pieces of toast. My guess was they could tell by the look on my face what I wanted. There wasn't anything but a tiny bit of butter on them, but I ate it anyways. The Master was nowhere to be seen, but I knew he was lurking around here somewhere. His portrait on the wall (it was just one of him staring at you with those weird grey eyes and his long brown hair) seemed to stare at me, making sure that I followed his commands. I was tempted to look up at the portrait and smile, but knew that somewhere within these walls, the real thing lurked.


After food and water, we all trudged outside to worship the Master. While he was still absent, we just bowed to his statue instead, promising to follow and obey every single order that flowed from the Eternal Master's lips. I would tell you what was involved in these rituals, but only those directly connected to the Cult are permitted to witness such acts. That nice feeling of serenity and connection flowed through me, as it did with any of the Believers. That was the source of our strength. The Unbelievers tend to follow something they called 'free-will', which is the false belief that people can choose their destiny, and that individuals have rights.


I of course believe that's complete rubbish. Only the Eternal Master has the right to decide anything. It is through him that we stay united as a people, against the onslaught of Unbelievers who wish to rob us of our freedoms. After chanting a few of the Master's slogans, we were allowed to go off to our daily work. I was forced to hang around and do nothing but watch TV in a spare room. There wasn't much on, apart from porn and a documentary on how the Master inspired this seasons crop growers. I flicked back to the porno, watching, as a mass of body parts appeared to slowly squirm and writher in joyous orgasm. I almost wanted to look away, but I could feel myself become slowly aroused, despite not being able to tell which organs belonged to which people.

I flicked the channel off after a while. The Master would be watching me. Had I fallen into a trap? I knew that sex was generally accepted, even encouraged among Cultists, but I was scared. This was not something that was used to seeing. To remain a virgin all this time and live in the Cult was pretty much unheard of. I sighed and put my head into my hands. The Master would be along soon, and I didn't think he'd want his bed sheets ruined by me. So I waited in the room silently.


Master did not arrive. I was beginning to get nervous. I looked at the walls and prayed silently to the small statue of the Master in the corner. In my mind, I knew right then and there I'd find a human sacrifice for him. A devilish Unbeliever, one who has spat constantly in his face. That is what we needed to get this country strong, strong enough to defeat all the Unbelievers. I licked my lips at this thought.

Suddenly the door burst open. It was the Eirnin High Priest, a man wearing what I could only describe as 'robes'. His pants seemed to be loose fitting and made out of some kind of silk/denim, and the top was a loose cut and seemed to do a good job of showing off his muscles. Across his back he wore a sword that was pretty much identical with the Master's, all engraved steel and a silver hilt.


"You think you're so fucking hot because the Master seems to be obsessed with you, don't ya?" He demanded, while lighting up a cigarette. I was dumbfounded. Just because the Master favoured me slightly didn't mean that his position was in jeopardy. I wasn't even in the Brotherhood, let alone a Priest. I looked down at the floor, showing proper respect to one of my superiors.



"I'm not trying to overthrow you. I just want to pay back the Master for all the goodness he's doing for me. He's kind to let me into his home, and rescue me from the Unbelievers." I sighed. I doubt if the High Priest knew what it was to be away from the Cult for even the smallest amount of time. I shivered, and it wasn't even particularly cold.


Then the High Priest remembered that the Master's eyes were watching everything, as he gave a glare and stormed off. I sighed to myself. He must know something I don't to be so scared of losing his position. Being Head Priest was basically the closest that us mere mortals could come to becoming Master. There were rumours that the High Priest and Priestess were the only people that were ever allowed to show any dominance against the Master. Of course, there were the same people that generally found themselves on sacrificial altars. I took special care not to listen to them. Not anymore.


After a few hours of wondering around, I had suddenly bumped into the Master himself. I fell down onto the floor, hoping he'd forgive me. He was bare-chested, and his sweat seemed to roll down and highlight every nook and cranny of his muscly body, with only a pair of shorts covering his body. He'd obviously been working out or training. I was surprised that the Master would walk around without his shirt, but he was in his own compound. All the staff here was carefully selected, so he didn't have to worry about an Unbeliever in the midst.


The Master looked at me with a puzzled look before finally turning back. He had a really strange look of longing on his face and the Master was looking directly at me. I shivered slightly.


"Do you want to worship me?" he asked simply. I nodded. It was an offence not to follow any order that was given to me by the Master. I nodded as the Master led me to his personal chambers. I suddenly realised that everyone was beginning to look at me with a strange mix of envy and pity. My head was dizzy and my heart was beating faster. Deep down I knew what he was gonna do, and I knew that I needed it.

We arrived in the chambers, as Eirnin locked the door. The vast cavern-like room was full of tables, surrounded by a large four-poster bed. The whole décor was red and blue, a strange colour scheme. My knees trembled from nervousness as Eirnin led me to one of the tables, which I noticed had a mattress stowed underneath and a couple of handcuffs hidden underneath. I was about to vomit with fear, when the Master told me to lie face down.


I could feel his fingers crawling under my shirt and across my back. Those fingers stretched around the front, feeling my invisible muscles. I could feel my shirt being slowly unbuttoned as one hand flew to the front, the other running through the grooves of my abdomen. The Master could see it all now. Pale white skin. Pale white sweaty skin, drenched with sweat, drenched with fear and lust.


That night, I did please him. I went on my knees and worshipped him slowly. At first it was an act of mere obligation, but then turned into something deeper. The bonds were strengthing between us now, as I remained on my knees until the Master was satisfied. With his taste still lingering, I went off back to my own room, feeling slightly frightened.