Chapter 6
I sit on my luxury throne with slaves serving my every will. On screen is my newest toy, I have placed her in my most severe torture chamber with ample helpings of bacton lotion that reduces a person's will power and mind. This has never failed to break them, and quickly. I believe the record was set over 2000years ago. 2 days, each cycle of death lasts 3 minutes; the young furling lasted 480 cycles. The screaming of the Tauri women brings my attention to the screen. She is beautiful and will serve me adequately for many years. I am surprised she has not given in yet, she is indeed very strong.
"Food" I order as my beloved Ammunet comes in. in some ways it is a shame she already has a host, this new one would have been perfect. Still she is beautiful in this form. She sits on the throne next to me. I feel the attraction for the host. I take her by the hand; we retreat into my quarters nearby the screams of my newest slave only adding to the atmosphere.
I finished going back to my throne room planning strategy with my new first prime we would beat Herur in this battle I was confident of it.
Looking at the screen the slave hadn't given in yet, I was surprised she was strong, but this never failed to break them eventually.
Klorel came in my beautiful son; it was strange how his host was brother to that of my queen, we looked superior to everyone. This new slave was exotic, most of my slaves currently had dark hair making blond haired individuals rare.
"My host recognises that one" Klorel noted, I frowned, his host had too much power I feared my son was weak. Hosts should be faint traces items to be brought out for entertainment when needed, nothing more.
"She was one of the Tau'ri she is now my newest slave" I reminded him, he sounded too sympathetic to weak.
"Of course father, I only wondered how you acquired her" he covered, I didn't believe him, he was weak, I was ashamed to call him my son. He would have to become a lot stronger.
"My Jaffa captured her in battle with the Tau'ri" I gloated. Klorel looked at the screen, I watched carefully there was no sign of pleasure he looked slightly disturbed by the images. This was not how he should react.
"She will give up and then serve us in every and any way we can imagine" I gloated "Perhaps she will even serve you, when I get bored" I told him. He nodded looking scared making me more determined to get him up to scratch. My son was not weak. He would not fail me. I needed a back up, a God should not be weak, Klorel was, if I couldn't train this weakness out of him what would I do? Ammonent the idea came to me in a bolt of brilliance, she would have a son, a harcies who would take his strength, who would be my second help me to rule my large empire.
I glanced at the screen the slave was still fighting, she was strong but that would just make it sweeter when she finally did break. Now the hard question how do I convince my queen to remain dormant for the 9 months while the host carried the child and what would I do with the host? These were all difficulties I would have to face.
I sat down I needed to think this through very carefully.
I must have fallen asleep concocting my brilliant plan although I have most of the details. Again I look at the screen, she is now screaming. Begging to be released I smile while she is shy of the record she is closer than most. She dies again and I take action, it is time to reinforce the behaviour. The bugs while eating secrete a digestive enzyme designed to soften the flesh, this is what burns them so badly.
Arriving at the sarcophagus room I replaced the crystal the sarcophagus opens. I order the Jaffa to clear it of bugs; they do so with practised efficiency. Then it closed allowing my new slave to heal. It would do no good for her to begin her service to her God injured. It opens moments later. She sits up scanning round for the bugs. She is scared and has cracked, her mind is no more once it was. It is time I will work on basic control then move on to full total control. She will be mine in time.