January 2023 Story - The Island Sorceress (Chapter 2) (Patreon)

Janira led the way through the jungle. An ancient path had been made through some thick shrubbery that Genji failed to notice before. He was glad he didn’t, because he would have probably met this sorceress sooner, and who knew what she would have done to him then? The soldiers marched behind her in single file, never making conversation or acknowledging his moans. Whatever spell she had put on him mildly hurt. Every inch of every muscle wanted to relax, but the magic that held him gripped everything tightly.

The gravelly path was the only man-made thing for miles. The rest was wild and untamed jungles, brimming with more life per square mile than what Genji was used to – rolling pastures with nothing visible but green grass. Colorful birds made way for them, and hungry beasts roared in the distance.

They climbed a rocky hill for a few moments before Janira sighed and let go of Genji, letting him fall on his back on the rocks. He yelped and groaned aloud. Janira barked to her men, “Bind him. Two men shall walk with him.” She then clapped her hands and shouted, “CARRY ME!”

Genji watched as the men obeyed without a single detracting motion. Two of the skinnier men bound Genji by the wrists behind his back and pushed him to move. Meanwhile, a row of the strongest men, men who were practically giants compared to Genji with wide arms and sinewy muscles, gathered to pick up Janira and have her recline on their arms. They pressed onward without a further word.

Janira closed her eyes and sighed.

“It has been almost a year since the last shipwreck on my island,” Janira said. “I was beginning to grow tired of the same old servants. What are they doing out there in the world? Did they lose interest in exploring?”

After a prolonged silence, Janira snapped, “Well?”

Genji realized that she had actually been expecting an answer. One of the soldiers prodding him forward said, “You speak when you are spoken to, boy!”

But Janira shot the soldier a deadly glare and shrieked “I DID NOT ASK YOU TO SPEAK!”

The soldier gasped and kept his head low.

Janira then smiled and returned to her sultry tone. “Tell me how the outside world is doing. Where do you come from? You don’t act much like the others. So many men complain and whine and yell. Others try to bargain and think they know everything.”

Genji slowly mumbled his backstory.

“What?” Janira snapped.

Genji jumped at the sound of his voice and spoke louder. He hailed from the northern island nation of Rishiri from the Yatar Archipelago. They had recently expanded their territories to other islands, often clashing with colonists from the mainland, like Norwich and Zavesh. Captains such as the late Lord Taiga sought to find land away from all the conflicts.

“Your captain was a fool,” Janira said. “But fools make the best servants. That’s why men make the best servants. They are the most foolish of all. Men and their wargames and politics. Their egos lead them to their deaths.”

Genji trudged onward, his naked feet getting sore over the pointy rocks. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could make it. The moment he slowed down the soldiers prodded him violently. By the time they reached their destination, Genji had been poked and prodded dozens of times that he had bruises all over his back.

He was so tired that he didn’t notice the amazing palace in front of them at first. He brushed aside the hair from his eyes and then gawked at the sprawling stone structure. Giant stone columns dotted the perimeter of the palace. Janira’s face was memorialized at the center of the structure – all in stone. The palace was maybe ten stories high with a tower at the center tall enough to see the horizon. Men worked the fields in front of the palace, sowing seeds and gathering food from hens and cattle.

Janira ordered them to head straight for the main gate of the palace. Genji fell to his knees, exhausted. Janira immediately cried, “GET UP! I DID NOT SAY YOU CAN STOP WALKING!”

Genji cried out trying to stand on his own two feet. He dragged those feet as he covered the final stretch to the palace gates.

Everywhere around them, whether they be outside or inside, whether they be farmers or soldiers or cooks, there were men serving Janira. They hardly took notice of Genji. As Janira passed through the main gate into the palace, everyone stopped what they were doing to bow and then returned to what they were doing.

The massive hallway led straight to the throne room. There, the men carrying her set her upon her ivory throne. Two older men in robes were situated on either side of her seat, gently wafting the air with palm leaves.

The two soldiers stopped and allowed Genji to fall to his knees.

One of the men who had carried Janira collapsed not long after setting her down on the throne. He let out a gasp and fell onto his back, exhausted. He tried getting up but Janira laughed as she stood and stepped on his chest.

“What’s this? I didn’t say you could lie down.”

The man breathed heavily, trying to sit up but she drove her foot hard on his chest. He tried to say something but it came out in a weak whisper.

Janira then had him crouch directly in front of her throne, facing Genji. She sat back down and used the man’s back as a leg rest.

“Now, newcomer. What is your name?”

Genji hesitated. Janira looked as though she was about to yell when Genji said simply, “Genji.” It was the first word he uttered in what felt like days.

Janira reared her head back laughing. Her sharp voice made him jump. “Wrong! You are nobody! You will have no name here, understand? You are only a man. You do as I say and you do it well. You fail…” She nodded to the man she was using as a leg rest. “…and you pay the appropriate price.”

Genji gulped. He wondered what he had done in his life to make him end up here. He had done nothing but serve his family and his nation. Maybe being such a coward in the ship led to this. Had he been courageous, he would have died nobly on the rocks.

“You will be given a series of tests to determine your usefulness. Pass, and you will get to serve me for your life. Consider that the greatest honor you can possibly achieve. Fail, and…” Her lips pursed. “…well…I can still find you to be useful. You might just not like what it is.” Janira leaned to one side on her throne. She emitted a deep, rumbly fart, sighing at the end. Genji found it surprising that a regent would do such a thing on the throne so casually. But then he heard muffled cries. He narrowed his eyes, wondering where the cries were coming from. Janira motioned the soldiers to bring Genji closer.

“Let me show you a man who was worthless.”

She stood up to reveal a hole in her seat. A man was lying underneath face up with his face covered in a sack, but a hole was cut open to make way for his nose. His hands and ankles were bound.

“He gets to smell everything I eat,” Janira said, chuckling. “He’s not the only one, dear no. I go through many worthless cretins.”

Genji looked around at all the soldiers in the room. Each of them bore a hardened expression, completely unfazed by any of this. He looked down again at the poor soul squirming in the hole. He recalled what it felt like to have his face buried in Janira’s buttocks. He blushed a little thinking about how he liked it. He thought himself crazy for even suggesting that this fate wouldn’t be so bad. No, who was he kidding? He had to do his best to not end up there.

“Oooooh,” Janira moaned, rubbing her belly. “I think the pork I had earlier today is getting to me.”

The poor man in the hole started yelling protests, but his words failed to reach any ears. Janira sat down, held her breath, and released an even bigger fart than before.

PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHT!

Her sigh and ecstatic expression roused Genji, but he looked away before he could dwell on it further.

“Whew,” Janira said, “that was a relief.” She scrunched up her face and gripped her belly again. “Oh. Wait. No. Uff. There’s more.”

PPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMP!

“Ahhhh. There we go. Now I feel much better.” Her giggling sounded sultry and deep. Genji found it aesthetically pleasing and even contagious, but he did everything he could to hold back his laughter.

“Take him away,” she said, waving her arm daintily. “Prepare him for the trials tomorrow.”

Genji was surprised how well they treated him after they took him away. Then it occurred to him that they wanted him to be in his best shape for whatever challenges lay ahead. His quarters consisted of a single rectangular room with a blanket on the floor with a single pillow. At the very least he had a view of the jungle. He sat there watching and listening to the birds, thinking about what the rest of his life would be like from then on. He grew increasingly nervous but gathered his confidence thinking back to the basics of swordplay. As long as he kept a calm head and obeyed her, he should be fine. Then again…he did like the idea of her sitting on his face…expelling all that foul wind into his nose…and then---

Genji shook his head. What was he thinking? He had to strive for whatever best position there was.

The next day, a guard roused him early in the morning, banging on his door and ordering him to get up. Genji did so as quickly as possible. The guard led him down the stone hallways to what looked like an arena. Janira was sitting at the far end on a miniature throne. Like on her actual throne, two servants fanned her with palm tree leaves.

“Finally, you’re here,” Janira said callously. “We will give you a series of tests before you can be considered worthy of my servitude. As I warned you before…should you fail…you will be smothered for the rest of your life.”

Janira leaned to one side on her throne and let go of an awfully loud rumbling blast.

PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!

Genji heard the muffled screams of another poor soul trapped underneath her.

Janira’s sigh of relief aroused him. She cackled and said, “I was holding that in all morning just to show you. Sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly mean, I hold them in all day so that they’re worse for whoever lies below me.”

They started by having Genji do push-ups and sit-ups and a series of other activities. These were simply warm-ups for him, so Janira nodded with a hum, pleased. She didn’t say anything other than ordering him to do the next task. She had him lift heavy boxes and run around the arena carrying loads on his back.

Then she had him duel her strongest guard – a looming brick wall of a man, fully bearded with a battle-hardened expression. Genji quivered under his shadow, but then deflected the first blow with a bo staff they gave him. He was glad that Janira was gracious enough not to let it be to the death, because Genji lost. The guard disarmed him after a lengthy duel, and he raised his hands in defeat.

Janira cackled. She ordered, “Yield! On your knees!”

Genji hesitated. He didn’t like her tone. He expected punishment, and then the idea struck him. The guard was at his most relaxed, his most vulnerable, smirking at him with a great sense of hubris.

As Genji lowered himself to kneel, he dove forward into a roll and with his legs swept the guard off his feet. The large man let out a surprised cry. Genji grabbed his bo staff and pinned him to the floor, pressing the edge of the staff against the man’s throat.

The other guards in the room brandished their swords and surrounded Genji.

“STOP!” Janira shouted.

Everyone looked to her, confused except for Genji.

Janira appeared shocked, with wide eyes. As if wanting to hide her feelings, she shook her head and laughed.

“Excellent!” Then she added. “But don’t think you get special treatment. Come hither!”

Genji dropped the bo staff and walked up to her. The guard huffed as he got up, clearly displeased with what Genji did.

“You shall serve me as one of my personal bodyguards. The jungle is full of wild man-eating beasts. You shall accompany during my daily processions. Whenever a ship crashes into the island, you shall be there with me to inspect the shipwreck and kill any and all who resist me. You will not have a name. I snap my fingers, you listen. You shall call me queen and nothing else. Understand?”

“Yes, Queen.”

“Haha! You learn quick. Now…” She rose to her feet and looked down on him darkly. “I always say that no good deed goes unpunished.”

Genji heart quickened as she approached him, her long thick thighs in front of his face blocking his view. She laughed as she straddled over his head whilst he knelt. Genji closed his eyes, enjoying her taut naked skin against his own. If she had squeezed any tighter, she could have killed him.

He heard a low rumble from her stomach, and then an intense hot air filled his nostrils as she broke wind loudly. The fart dragged on for a full minute, and Janira groaned with pleasure for every second of it. Genji breathed in an eggy scent. It burned his nostrils at first but then, like a drug, he wanted to sniff more of it.

Janira suddenly stood up. Genji could tell something was off. She usually laughed or cackled after breaking wind on somebody. He looked up to see her staring down at him with a raised brow, perplexed.

“What’s this? Not in the mood to cower in fear? Not going to squirm or complain?”

Genji honestly didn’t know what to do or say. He was partly in denial that he enjoyed it. Before he could find an excuse, she scowled and said, “Maybe I’ll have to try something harder than that.”