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Starbound
(Melissa DuVant)
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Starbound Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa
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invention. Table of Contents Chapter 1: Pleasure Before Discomfort Chapter 4: The Hunter (Part 1) Chapter 5: Arrival on Galhena Prime Chapter 7: The Hunter (Part 2) Chapter 8: Upgrades and New Features Chapter 10: Enhancements and Improvements Chapter 11: The Hunter (Part 3) Chapter 12: Elegant Refinements Chapter 13: Display of Submission Chapter 15: The Hunter (Part 4) Chapter 18: The Hunter (Part 5) Chapter 19: The Hunter (Part 6) Fall of the House of
Kalthaxia Prologue: Divide and Conquer Funded by Dillon: a nerd from Somerset who spends his free time playing RPGs, or being with his friends and going LARPing Chapter 1: Pleasure Before Discomfort Andromeda could feel the change when the starsail deployed, the faint background thrum of the ship changing as the gravity coils deactivated. Her body immediately lightened, no longer being pulled downwards. Her hair started to float around her head - long, ash-white coils, golden chains strung with jewels to keep it mostly in order. She kicked off the floor, enjoying the freedom of being able to fly and soar, no longer pulled constantly downwards - at least until she reached the ceiling of her cabin. The most spacious on the ship, it was still only twice her height, her "flight" getting cut short as she reached the ceiling. Still, it was a pleasure, and even better when she shed her formal robes, the heavy material drifting away, slowly drifting to a stop in one corner. Beneath it, she was wearing just her protective suit, the skintight material white and gold, the crest of her family emblazoned over her breast. She stretched, feeling the material tighten over her body, compressing her breasts and belly. Andromeda twisted in space, kicking off the ceiling and then grabbing at part of the wall to re-orientate herself to the "proper" layout of the room. As she did so, a message flickered over her vision, vivid green letters burning brightly for a few seconds - the notification that they were leaving the protection of the system, and its naval forces. She blinked twice, dispelling the notification, ignoring the constant flicker of output from the ship, all projected on the edge of her vision, courtesy of her mask. Was it appropriate to remove it? There should only be her handmaidens present, and the rest of the crew knew not to come into her quarters. She raised her hands to her forehead, gently pulling the thing off, feeling a little sting of absence as the constantly-flickering messages vanished, cutting off the flow of information. It was nice to have her face uncovered though, the warm air of the cabin brushing against her skin. It would be several days before they reached the next system - the yacht was fast, but it was still a long distance to travel through the empty void of space. Not even a space station to stop at for a few hours! The only entertainment would be from her handmaidens. She tapped her fingers against her crest, easily finding the concealed switch and pressing it. A few moments later, the door hissed open, Alzir floating through. She was dressed in a simple, elegant body-suit, the white luxuriously clean, with little flaring puffs of material at the waist and shoulder. The woman's face was completely covered behind a golden curve of metal, combining with the suit to make her seem almost robotic, if it wasn't for the short black ponytail that came out from the back of her head. The family crest was on a collar, gold curving around her neck. 'How may I serve, mistress?' She dipped her head in a curtsey, as Andromeda reached out and plucked off the mask, tossing it aside, the thing spinning in the air, then bouncing off the wall. Behind it was Alzir's face, composed and serene. Above one eyebrow was the small blue stud of her Gemini chip, giving a slight gleam as it broadcast to it's pair, embedded into Andromeda's other attendant. Alzir didn't resist as Andromeda grabbed her by the collar of her suit, the material stretching slightly. With the lack of gravity, she was able to lift the woman and get her off the floor, although she had to be careful not to go flying herself. She spun around before pulling Alzir in close, feeling the lean softness of the woman against her body. Alzir didn't resist or struggle, barely reacting even when Andromeda kissed her on the lips. 'Where's Alhena?' 'She is packing everything away, Mistress, and ensuring the shuttle is tidy and in order.' Andromeda pressed her finger against the woman's crest, feeling it buzz as it analyzed the touch, accepting her authority. When she twisted her finger, the woman's outfit shimmered and rippled, before withdrawing into the crest, leaving Alzir naked. Andromeda smiled at the momentary shiver, leaning back to admire her handmaiden's now-naked body. Her skin was smooth and white, barely touched by sunlight, with no chance to darken or tan. Even without the compression of the suit, she had a slender waist, the lines of her hips drawing attention to the smooth-shaved cleft of her pussy, her breasts a firm handful each. Her breathing was already getting faster, her body shivering in anticipation. 'Let's see how Alhena deals with a little distraction, shall we?' Andromeda pivoted in place, anchoring herself against a wall and pushing Alzir upwards into the air. The room was large enough that Alzir floated there, body limp and naked, out of contact with anything, just drifting with a slow momentum. While holding the woman in place, Andromeda turned around and pressed at part of the wall-decorations, one of the twisting curlicues embossed onto the surfaces. It depressed and then a hidden drawer opened, sliding out from the wall, holding some of her favorite toys and tools. She pulled out a set of four cuffs, joined with chains, needing to tug at it to get it out, the drawer magnetized to hold everything steady even in zero-G. 'Submissive position three.' Alzir bent herself into shape, twisting her spine and grasping her ankles with her hands. The movement made her drift slightly, Andromeda needing to pull her back in close, attaching the cuffs to hold her in the hogtie. Once the cuffs were in place, Alzir relaxed, the chains tightening and holding her in position - Andromeda gave her a push, making her spin in place, now powerless to control her own movement. It was easy to reach out and grab the soft, yielding skin, Alzir gasping slightly, Andromeda walking beneath her, careful to keep herself tethered to the ground. 'It's pleasant to have such a charming handmaid! And you're just as pleasurable in bed, aren't you?' 'It is my pleasure to serve, Mistress Andromeda.' Alzir's voice was less flat now, her breathing quickening. 'And it's a pleasure to train you. I can tell from your biometrics that you've not had pleasure for several weeks.' Her hand slid over skin, the curve of a breast slipping into her palm and she squeezed, using that to drag Alzir through the air. She could feel the woman's heartbeat, starting to get faster and faster, the skin warm and soft against her hand. With a yank, she made Alzir spin in the air, standing back to avoid getting hit, enjoying the sight, Alzir powerless to resist. Given time, she might be able to make her way over to a wall, but only with lengthy and awkward flapping of her bound limbs - and the locks of the cuffs were out of reach, the chains too strong to break out of. She waited until Alzir spun around and faced away from her, and grabbed at an ankle, dragging Alzir to a stop. Then she reached between the woman's legs, her nails sliding over a thigh, the woman's body guiding her towards the soft, warm cleft between her legs. She didn't need access to Alzir's bio-readings to sense the arousal, hearing a quiet gasp, pushing a finger between the lips, feeling the woman's inner folds tighten around her finger. 'Open comm-link to handmaiden Alhena. Visual.' A beep indicated that her order had been heard and understood, a holo-projection screen appearing in the air, faintly blue. It showed Alhena, in the cramped confines of the shuttle, stowing away supplies, packing them into the overhead compartments. Just like Alzir, she was dressed in skin-tight material, with the same ruffles at her waist and on her shoulders, face covered by a mask. Andromeda fingered Alzir, smiling in pleasure as the woman writhed around her, suspended in the air, only moving a little as the motion transmitted itself through her. She moved her fingers back and forth, Alzir now starting to gasp more loudly, her body forced into swift arousal. Alhena's face was covered by her mask, but her words were slightly slow and halting. 'Handmaiden Alhena. How may I serve, Princess?' Andromeda twisted around, slapping her other hand against Alzir's buttocks, the impact sounding out with a sharp spank, and making Alzir start to drift downwards, Andromeda using her pussy-finger to keep the woman's body under control. Another slap-spank, and she could see Alhena twitch, just slightly. It was nice to see that the Gemini chips were fully functional, linking sensations between the two women. 'Remove your mask.' Alhena hesitated before obeying, pulling the metal curve from her face and clipping it to her belt. She was slightly darker than Alzir, her black hair longer, but there was still a visible pink tinge to her cheeks. As Andromeda increased the speed with which she finger-fucked Alzir, the blush deepened, Alhena sucking in a breath and biting her lip. Another spank, this one even harder, Alzir's moan echoing around the room. 'I'm just having some fun with Alzir.' She grabbed a buttock, digging her fingers in and squeezing hard. Having to continually drag Alzir back into position made a sense of power rush through her - it would be so easy to just put Alzir in the center of the room and leave her there, powerless to do anything except wriggle and twitch! Alzir's pussy was wet now, easily accepting Andromeda's fingers as she pushed another one in, before raking her nails down the woman's back. On the screen, Alhena shuddered again, her pupils starting to dilate. The little blue fleck of the Gemini stud was flickering brightly now, processing the constant flow of data between the two women. 'She's been a good girl - but I'm not sure if she's been good enough to deserve release. What do you think?' Alzir moaned, earning herself another spank, Andromeda then having to drag her back upwards. 'We are here to serve you, Mistress Andromeda. If you allow us pleasure, then we will accept that.' Alhena's nipples were starting to harden, visible beneath her suit. 'Stroke yourself. Just lightly.' She could only see Alhena's upper body, but a shoulder moved, and then Alzir gasped again, her pussy tightening as additional stimulation flooded into her. The hogtie was tight enough that Alzir's body was already firm and stiff, pulled into a pleasingly tight curve. When Andromeda withdrew her fingers, Alzir slumped, reaching the limit of the hogtie, chains tightening. But she was still gasping and moaning as Alhena kept stroking herself, her other hand stroking her breasts, fingers digging into soft skin, compressing it through the suit. Alhena spun Alzir around until they were face-to-face, grasping the woman by the throat and dragging her into a kiss, taking a taste of the woman, pushing her tongue into Alzir's mouth. She grabbed and squeezed a breast, taking pleasure in the softness of the yielding skin, digging her fingers in hard. Both Alzir and Alhena gasped, echoing each other, flooded with forced stimulation, linked together. She pulled Alzir against herself, the woman's weight making her drift backwards until she hit a wall. By twisting awkwardly, she was able to reach into the draw, fingers fumbling over the padded interior until she found what she was looking for - a double-headed dildo, long and ridged, the center able to curve and twist. As she moved, the holo-screen moved with her, keeping up, Alhena still stroking herself, teasing herself without getting close to climax. Andromeda slid the dildo downwards, taking the opportunity to grope at Alzir again, their bodies close together. It was easy to find the wet cleft of Alzir's slit, pushing the cock-head into her. Alzir moaned, her head lolling backwards, a small bubble of dribble escaping, spinning away into the air. She teased it back and forth, feeling it move deeper and deeper, Alzir's body readily accepting it, the woman's groans getting even louder. Andromeda gave it a twist, more dribble-bubbles flowing from Alzir's mouth. She really should have gagged the woman first! But the sheer passion of Alzir's moans and groans was a thing of beauty, her desperation starkly obvious. Andromeda kept teasing the cock back and forth, hearing Alzir's moans, watching as an increasing flush came over Alhena's face, her mouth wide and wet, the woman needing to lean on the wall for support. She reached between her own legs, her hand flicking back to her seal, controlling her own outfit, making it vanish. The other end of the dildo she positioned between her own legs, feeling the head stimulate her lips, using it to tease herself, getting herself warmed up. The feeling of power, of having both her handmaidens at her command, filled her, making her smile with pleasure. The cock slid a little deeper, pushing into her, the bumps and ridges rubbing her in all the right ways, more pleasure swirling into her, making her own breathing rapid and irregular. The two of them started to drift off the floor, propelled by Andromeda's movements, Alzir pulled close against her. Whenever Alzir started to make any noise, Andromeda silenced her with a kiss, pressing herself tight and close against her handmaiden. Alhena's own gasps, transmitted through the holoscreen, were getting louder and louder, her cheeks now a bright red. 'A shame I've never had some of the more intrusive control technologies installed. A choke-binder would make this much more fun!' She grabbed Alzir by the throat and started to squeeze, able to feel blood hammering through neck-veins, Alzir's eyes starting to roll back in her head. It was easy to kick off the floor, the two of them not needing any support, Andromeda's hip-thrusts making them slowly move through the air. She had to keep hold of Alzir otherwise they would drift apart, but she managed to hook a leg around Alzir, keeping her close, still gripping the woman's throat. 'Please, Mistress...' Alzir managed to gasp out the words, clearly on the edge of release, but unable to achieve orgasm without permission. 'I should have my pleasure first, shouldn't I?' She smiled at Alzir, turning her head to watch Alhena, still gasping with denied pleasure, frustration and lust flickering over her face. She started to grind her hips faster and faster, letting the pleasure flow through her, an electric warmth tingling up through her spine. Andromeda didn't hold back, tightening her leg to pull Alzir closer, the dildo fully consumed within their bodies. Every time Alzir twitched and shuddered, the movement transmitted itself through the shaft, making Andromeda gasp herself. The cock moved of its own accord, the bumps and ridges flowing and shifting against her body, seeking out her sensitive parts, stirring up her pleasure and excitement to a fever-heat. When she came, it was powerful and loud, her moan echoing back at her from the hard walls, dominating her in her own sensations. Her pussy tightened around the cock-head, the thing still moving, Alzir's body pressed against her own, the woman's eyes distant and vague. Her body spasmed, sheer delight tearing away her self-control, before leaning in and kissing Alzir, while scraping the woman's back again. She took a deep breath, ready to give permission for the woman to speak, when the lights suddenly turned red, a loud, high-pitched alarm-whine slicing through the air. A moment later, a voice, harsh and electric, cut through the air, hard to tell apart from the alarm. 'Attack imminent - all hands prepare for action, all hands to prepare for combat.' Attack? Combat? Who would be out here - the place was empty enough that even pirates wouldn't have many targets! But she didn't want to get kidnapped - she pushed herself free of Alzir, who moaned, full awareness only slowly returning, as Andromeda made her suit reform, adjusting it into combat mode. Magnets in her boots activated, pulling her towards the floor. Another wall-panel opened to reveal a variety of side-arms, and she took a laser pistol and a rapier, sheathing the sword at her waist. Alzir was struggling against her bonds now, starting to regain awareness. Andromeda took careful aim, shooting through the chains and freeing Alzir - that was quicker than getting the key out! It took only a few seconds for her to re-engage her own suit and arm herself, although she still looked a little shaky, nerves on edge from the denied orgasm. 'Alhena, come to my cabin - and be careful.' The electric voice sounded out again. 'All hands, prepare for boarding! Attack is imminent!' The ship shook, something impacting against it, the lights flickering, Andromeda's hand tightening on the pistol. Whoever this was, she'd make them regret interrupting her pleasure! Andromeda pressed herself against a bulkhead, a laser shooting past and scorching a hole through the hull. The sirens were already in full force, a constant throb that she barely noticed any more, as she leaned around the corner and shot back. Targeting data flicked into view, helping her see through the smoke that filled the air, pouring out of a hole shot into the wall, some internal device ruptured. Three targets, all humanoid, wearing patched and battered spacesuits. She settled into a firing stance, her training settling in, moving the pistol until the flickering triangle in her vision aligned with one of the targets and flashed red. She squeezed the trigger, a shot of her own hammering out, hitting squarely in the center of the body. Some bulky breathing device took the brunt of the impact, but the figure dropped backwards without firing back. Alzir was opposite, half-crouched behind another bulkhead, leaning out and laying down suppressive fire, bright sparks of light making it hard to see. Where was the rest of the crew? They couldn't have been defeated already, could they? Andromeda's heart hammered in her chest, her mouth dry, the air the suit supplied her with seeming not enough for her burning lungs. She jumped upwards, taking advantage of the lessened gravity, shooting at one of the remaining targets - she didn't hit, but they flinched backwards, momentarily off-balance. Alhena took advantage, charging forward herself, rapier flickering with electricity, the edge hot enough to scorch through body-armor. Just like in fencing class, she stepped into a lunge, putting her whole weight behind the strike, landing a glancing blow on an arm. Andromeda saw air puff outwards - the ship was still maintaining an atmosphere, but there were multiple hull-breaches and leaks, making the air dangerously thin. She charged forward herself, hoping to push forward, maybe make it to the command room - from there, she could broadcast an emergency message and call for help! She dove forward, each of her leaps propelling her forward, taking care not to crack her head on the ceiling. At least the gravity coils were still functioning, so the yacht wasn't totally beyond repair! Andromeda flew past Alhena, reaching out to grab a handle on the corner, letting her momentum carry her around, trusting her handmaidens to deal with the pirates behind. She needed to get that message out! Otherwise, she'd simply have vanished somewhere in the vastness of space, without anyone knowing what had happened, or being able to help her. The signs of combat were everywhere - neat laser scorch-marks blasted through walls, as well as savage explosions, the edges charred with smoke, metal simply blown apart. Some care seemed to have been taken to keep the damage contained to the inner walls though, to avoid spacing the entire crew, and venting all the air as well. From the pirates she'd seen, their own suits didn't look very reliable, so perhaps they were concerned with not killing themselves? Her own suit held eight hours of air, and ten times that if she went into suspended animation - that should be long enough for a rescue craft to arrive! At least, if she could trigger the emergency message. She pushed off the wall, moving in another long, low jump, accelerating herself. The command room was just up ahead - although the emergency blast-doors hadn't sealed, and she could see more signs of battle damage. A hole had been bored straight through one wall, a long and rubbery tube clamped on, vicious-looking metal teeth biting into the outer hull of the yacht. It twisted up and out of sight, the other end impossible to see, as she heard a pained gasped from behind and twisted to see what it was. A twisted, contorted form writhed, limbs pulled tightly against the body, legs against each other, fully enveloped and encased within a shining black sheathe. As they wriggled, Andromeda could see fingers flexing against the stuff, just for a moment, before getting pulled back in by it, the force too much to break out of. The person was clearly female, the sheathe showing off their breasts and slender waist, but it covered their face as well, their mouth visible as a stretched-wide hole, twisting as they gasped for air. 'Ah, there you are. The lovely Princess Andromeda von Cygnus - the prize I've been looking for.' Andromeda ducked on instinct, just barely avoiding a metal rod as it flicked through the air, tip crackling with electricity. She jumped and spun, pistol at the ready as she turned to face the speaker. Like the captive, they were sheathed, head-to-toe, in gleaming black material - except where it trapped the captive, in this case it was tight but moving, showing off their body. High heels clicked against the metal deck, moving with graceful little taps, the woman clearly used to low gravity. Hair, bright and bloody red, flowed from the top of her head, tied into a single fat and long braid, her dark eyes staring at Andromeda as she smiled, raising her weapon in a parody of a fencer's stance. Her dark form flickered in Andromeda's vision, her mask scanning for weak points, finding none. 'You'll fetch a nice price on the market. And your lovely neck will look even nicer with a slave-collar wrapped around it!' The only thing to break up the shining black skin-suit was a marker over the woman's heart - a blood-red skull, surrounded by writhing tendrils. Was that the sigil of a pirate clan? 'I'm no-one's property! I am a blooded princess of the Royal house of the star of Cygnus, and I will see you punished for your crimes.' She moved to shoot the woman, who twisted out of the way of the shot, a console exploding with a spray of sparks. And then the woman charged, swinging her rod, knocking the pistol away, sending it spinning through the air before it landed. 'If we're doing introductions, then I am Bellona Deimos - the pirate princess. A title I can assure you I earned, rather than being granted by simple birth!' She was fast, already lunging in for another strike, Andromeda trying to ready her own sword. The rod flicked forward, the head crackling with blue-white lightning, striking against Andromeda's wrist. It hurt, making her arm contract and spasm, the limb no longer under her own control. All she could do was twist her own torso, desperately trying to make a parry. The rod glanced off the blade, knocking it aside, before thrusting forward and connecting with Andromeda's chest. She felt a brief burst of heat, the tip melting through her suit and shredding the protection it offered, and then electrical pain slammed into her chest, making her heart pound and shudder, her entire body out of her control. She fell backwards, unable to keep standing, her vision blurry and vague, able to hear the woman approach. 'I want you conscious - that makes the process a lot more fun! And I've never had the chance to play with a princess before.' Bellona thrust the rod forward again, a weaker shock this time, but still more than enough to keep her paralyzed, her limbs jangling with pain. As she blinked away tears, she saw Bellona pull a loose ring of black material from a belt-pouch, stretching it out before ripping away Andromeda's breathing-mask. Thin air rushed into her mouth, making her gasp in panic, desperate to supply her lungs. Her own mask was torn away, biting air stinging her eyes. Then the black thing was pushed against her face, stretching over her mouth and nose, clinging in place. She could breathe through it, just, but had to suck desperately to keep air flowing, her body weakening further. And then it grew, expanding over her face, soon covering her eyes, flowing into her ears. She felt hands grasp her and pick her up, being held over a shoulder and carried, her body still limp and passive. She couldn't even move! Her limbs twitched around, beyond her control, feeling the gravity increase, pulling her downwards, onto the woman's shoulder. Was she being taken onto the pirate ship? The black goop was trying to push into her mouth and up her nose, stifling the flow of air even more, her lungs aching with dull pain now. And then she was tossed through the air, colliding with... a soft surface? Her weight made it dip, something flowing over her, wrapping around her body, trapping and binding her. She tried to scream, wanting to make some sound, anything at all, but the stuff clung tightly to her mouth. Hands groped her breasts, sharp nails tearing through the reinforced material and tearing it away, shredding it away. The nails scratched down, slicing away more of her suit, baring her chest and belly, the stuff peeling off her body, leaving her naked. 'This will be more fun if you can see. But I don't think you need to speak - so I'll keep your mouth sealed.' Fingers brushed against her cheekbone, before moving up, just next to her eyes. She tried to flinch away, not liking the thought of those viciously-sharp nails close to her skin at all, never mind her face! Sharp little scratches sliced and peeled the black goop away from her eyes, letting her see - she was on her back, staring up at Bellona, who smiled down at her, showing sharp, white teeth. Being bereft of the extra information from her mask was strangely violating, almost as bad as having her face bare and exposed, where anyone could see it! The rest of the room was dark, vague and threatening shapes gleaming in the low light. Her sense of feeling was starting to return, and she twitched her fingers. Whatever surrounded her kept her trapped, pushing them back, a strong feeling of resistance, getting stronger and stronger as she strained against it. 'That's it, Princess. Tire yourself out - you can't escape, but it's fun to watch you try.' Morana leered at Andromeda, running her eyes over Andromeda's body and licking her lips, openly lustful. 'I wonder if all that royal blood in your veins will make your cunt any different? Probably not.' She raised a hand and flexed her own fingers, nails extending and catching the low light. 'Your attendants are just being captured as well - they fought well. But I want to deal with you, first. A little fun before we get to the boring business!' She leaned over, pressing down on Andromeda's leg, pushing it into the squidgy whatever-it-was that surrounded her, trapping her more deeply. 'This is the part that's most valuable.' She tapped a finger against Andromeda's pussy, hard enough to make Andromeda wince. 'Although it's certainly nice that it's attached to such a lovely body!' Every movement Andromeda made seemed to make the stuff around her tighter, compressing against her arms and legs, squeezing at her butt. 'It absorbs your energy, whenever you try to move. Even just your heartbeat and breathing - if you lay there without moving, then you could probably get free - eventually. With how deep you currently are, that would probably take, hmmm... maybe three days? Or I could push you deeper, and you can find out how it interacts with bodily cavities.' Andromeda could already feel it pushing against her asshole, the stuff forming into an intrusive prong, trying to force itself into her. She tensed her buttocks, feeling it tighten against her skin, gripping at her more strongly. 'Now, I don't think you need to speak - and the sooner you get used to having a limited air supply, the better! You're going to need to operate with that limitation a lot. Such a nice, easy way of controlling someone.' She was leaning over Andromeda, showing off her dominance, her fingers stroking and sliding over Andromeda's skin, squeezing at breasts, tickling over her pussy-lips. 'I suppose all those generations of gene-hacks have given you a lovely body, at least! And I'm sure you can take a lot of punishment.' The fingers squeezed, suddenly digging into a breast, hard enough to make Andromeda gasp, desperately trying to suck in air. She could stretch her mouth wide, but the stuff stopped anything more than a thin trickle of air coming through, and she could feel the stuff cling to her lips, covering her nostrils. 'You're going to heal nice and fast, aren't you? How wonderful - that means I can be rough, without having to worry about breaking you!' The fingers on her breast suddenly twisted around, wrenching at her skin, a surge of pain swelling in her chest. Bellona's other hand reached between Andromeda's legs, the nails sharp as they prickled against Andromeda's softness. She wanted to wriggle away, but that would bind her more tightly within the squirming, sticky whatever, and so could do nothing except lay there, trying to force herself to relax, hoping to be able to free herself later. The fingernails were hard, making Andromeda shudder as they stroked against her softest parts, warmth and excitement starting to tingle through her. 'That's it! Your body knows how to respond.' The nails regressed, fingertips softening. 'But you're going to be trained into something more... appropriate... for your new position. I'm sure there are those that are going to appreciate owning a princess, and having fun with you, but not if you're rebellious. And I have a reputation for selling nothing but the best to uphold!' She leaned over Andromeda, her sheathed breasts rubbing against Andromeda's bare chest. The woman's skin, sheathed in the suit, was smooth and slick, Bellona smiling at her. The fingers continued to tease and stroke, before Bellona changed position, kissing at a breast. Her lips were warm and soft, a tongue licking out against Andromeda's nipple. A shiver ran through her - equal parts repulsion and desire, mingling queasily inside of her. She tensed up, straining against the restraining substance, just for a moment before forcing herself to relax, then feeling it tighten around her, dragging her deeper. The prong against her asshole probed again, trying to breach the tight ring of muscle and violate her body, something she desperately didn't want! And the stuff in her mouth was thick enough she couldn't close her jaws, the rubbery material keeping her mouth forced open. 'Let's see what you can endure. I'm sure a princess of royal blood won't faint at the first little bit of pain!' Another bite-kiss, crushing her nipple, a pain unlike anything she had ever experienced. She'd played with her handmaidens, but the thought of being submissive had never appealed to her, or of being tied up or hurt! And now she was having to endure this pirate-bitch playing with her, teasing and threatening her. It didn't help that her body was responding against her will, a warmth starting to grow between her legs, a faint wetness there. And Bellona had clearly noticed, stroking more vigorously with her fingers, stirring up further pleasure within Andromeda's body. 'That's enough pleasure - now for the pain!' The fingers withdrew from her slit, Bellona twisting her fingers into claws. Lightning sparked between her nails, a scent of ozone hanging in the air. Andromeda couldn't even whimper in fear, her mouth blocked, eyes fixated on the hand. Black-sheathed fingers reached back down, teasing and stroking against Andromeda's pussy-lips, stirring her up again. Her breathing was fast and light, anticipating pain. And then a shock-snap, the spark outside of her view, earthing itself through her skin, right into all the nerves around her pussy. It hurt, burning and biting and making her pussy tense up, as a finger slid into her, pushing deep in a single thrust. She couldn't move away without pushing herself deeper in, trying to keep herself as limp as possible. Another biting shock, this one silenced by virtue of being inside herself. But that meant the shock conducted itself directly into her folds, making her pussy tense up around the finger. It twisted around, every part of her skin now super-sensitive, as she tried to plead with her eyes, wanting relief and mercy from this torture. Another finger touched against her clit, and she felt her eyes widen in desperate panic. Electricity there, right into the nub... She whimpered into the sealing gag, unable to make any noise through it. She tried to brace herself, but the next shock came too soon, a small arc of lightning snapping through the air, conducting itself right into her clit. Her chest tightened as she tried to scream, desperately trying to suck air into her lungs, feeling her head throb with pain. Sparks danced against her vision, before another shock flared inside of her. And then the fingers started to stroke back and forth, pleasuring her, between more of the nipping, biting shocks. Her vision darkened, her eyes closing as she weakened, unable to muster the strength to keep them open. All she could feel was the binding material, getting stronger and pulling her deeper, little by little, the prong still trying to force itself into her asshole. Her pussy was feverishly hot now, the fingers twisting and stretching her out. Each shock to her clit made her tense up, pain arcing into her, but driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her lungs were burning now, barely able to suck in enough air to keep her conscious. Each shock gave enough of a jolt to keep her there, even as her brain slowly faded into darkness, unable to be aware of anything other than her pussy, the electrical pain-snaps slamming her into a vague consciousness. Soon, even those weren't enough, and she faded entirely, falling into a dark and tormented blackness, her body sinking into whatever bound her, even as her mind collapsed into a soft void. Andromeda struggled to remain conscious, fighting against the constant burning ache in her lungs, making it impossible to think. It seemed to be able to sense her need somehow, letting just enough air flow into her lungs to keep her conscious, but never more. And the substance kept gripping her, clinging tightly to her as she slowly sunk into it, getting trapped, tighter and tighter. She'd managed to keep her asshole tense enough that she hadn't been violated there, not yet, but she could feel it probing and pushing, still seeking to push into her. She'd managed to force herself to open her eyes a few times, staring up at a dark metal ceiling, too tired to move her head, unable to see more than pipework and wires. There was no sign of Bellona, or perhaps she was just out of vision, waiting and watching. It was impossible to tell how long she endured, slumping into unconsciousness again and again. After another period of forced darkness, she felt hands, pushing through the clinging stuff, reaching around her body and pulling her upwards. The clinging grip tightened for a moment, trying to drag her deeper, and then she was pulled further up, air kissing against her skin as she was freed. She tried to tense up, wanting to fight, but was so starved of air she couldn't make her body obey her! She couldn't even open her eyes, but she could feel herself getting carried in a woman's arms, suited breasts soft against her body. She wasn't carried far, before she was dropped onto a metal surface. Latex-sheathed hands grabbed at one of her arms, pulling it up above her head, into a groove in the metal, before metal rolled over her wrist. This was repeated on the other side, and then with her legs, making her spread herself out into an "X" shape. Hands touched against her mouth, peeling the choking rubbery stuff away, and she gulped in air. She was still too weak to prevent a metal ring getting pushed int place there, behind her teeth, holding her mouth open. But at least she could breathe now! Having air flow into her lungs made the aching pain quickly fade, her thoughts returning, along with her strength. When she tried to move her arms and legs, she felt metal bands on her wrists and ankles, tight enough to lock her into position. She had barely any leverage, and definitely not the strength to brute-force her way out! She was able to open her eyes, wincing at the harsh, bright light stabbing down at her. Bright, shiny metal reflected it, making it even brighter, making it impossible to look anywhere without it hurting. 'Good, you're conscious again. That makes this much more fun - it's just not the same doing this to an unconscious lump.' It was Bellona again - her body sheathed in her shiny black suit still, the blood-red skull-mark easier to see now she was closer. She smiled at Andromeda, baring her teeth. 'I've already processed your two hand-maidens - they are rather lovely, aren't they? And that Gemini link is fun to play with. Whipping one and having the other share the pain, that's certainly an experience that someone is going to pay well for. They make a nice pair! But now I need to deal with you.' She reached out, running her hand down Andromeda's belly, nails sliding out of her fingertips, scratching and tickling at Andromeda's bare skin. 'I wonder, does a princess know what happens to those captured by slavers? Or is that not something your education covers?' A spark snapped from a fingertip, right into Andromeda's belly, making her cramp up. Her bonds easily held, her buttocks pressing back against the metal surface she was bound to. 'Mrhhhh!' Her jaw tightened around the ring-gag, the metal band pressing painfully hard against the soft skin inside her mouth. 'Well, now you're going to find out, my lovely princess! Mine for now, at least - you're going to be easy to find a buyer for. A nice big payout for me, and I get to have some fun before we get to Galhena Prime.' Another nail-rake, another snapping spark of lightning, Andromeda gasping in pain again. 'I've had a lot of time to practice this, and know just how to make it hurt. More than anything you've experienced before, my soft and pampered princess.' The nails scraped more harshly before withdrawing. 'Time to begin then, princess. Feel free to scream - it's going to be a while before you're allowed "words", but sounds you can manage.' Fear trickled through Andromeda as she tried to steel her will, not knowing what was happening. She'd heard rumors of captured slaves getting forced into body-controlling suits, or injected with substances that altered their bodies, making them permanently horny, or altering their minds. 'Your lovely breasts first - something to make them even more sensitive, and then some rings to help tether you if needed.' The woman held up a needle, the thing sharp and long, before reaching out and squeezing a breast, pinching it hard. 'Nuhhh!' It hurt, Andromeda trying to protest, her tongue sliding against the metal ring. Her eyes fixated on the point, the sharp tip gleaming as it descended. A little black shadow twisted around it, some technology writhing into life, technology preparing itself to be injected into her body. Having even her words taken from her was another layer of degradation and shame, making her less than a person! It pushed against her nipple, her skin stretching, before yielding, the tip sliding into her nipple. It hurt, a vicious thrust, something squirming into her, before the needle slid out the other side, leaving her skewered and penetrated. Fierce heat swelled in her tit-meat, whatever had been injected into her growing, altering inside of her body. The jab was repeated on her other nipple, the same fierce heat blossoming inside of her body. 'Let's give that a little time to do what it needs to! There's another place that needs to be injected, isn't there?' A hand stroked between her legs, fingers teasing, stirring up an unwanted pleasure inside of Andromeda. She twisted her hips, about the only movement she was capable of, trying to shake the hand off, but it easily moved with her, teasing and stimulating her. She couldn't stop her body reacting, the fingers too talented at exciting her, getting her turned on. And then the needle was raised high again, as fingers parted her lowers lips, exposing her and leaving her utterly vulnerable. Her eyes fixated on the needle as it moved towards her slit, the sharp tip bright. She whined in fear, the heat in her breasts growing, body frozen in terror. Her clit was squeezed, the needle-tip touching against the soft flesh, and then slowly sliding through, and then out the other side. Pain stabbed deep into her, more vicious than anything she had ever experienced. It was in her most sensitive parts, a stinging heat that mingled with her arousal. 'I suppose I'll have to feed you more - this consumes a lot of calories. But soon you're going to have some lovely piercings, and ones that can shock you when needed. All powered by your own body! No danger of running out of power.' Andromeda moaned in pain, feeling whatever had been injected into her starting to grow and shift, hardness starting to develop and grow out of her nipples and clit. She strained, managing to lift her head, just about able to see her breasts, as metal curves started to grow out of her body - a ring growing out of each nipple, the curves quickly meeting. Only a slight weight, but she could feel the metal through her, a vicious heat rippling inside of her body. And the one between her legs was even worse, her most sensitive part getting violated! Bellona moved around the table, until she was standing at Andromeda's side, before grabbing her hair, lifting her head up. Pain in her scalp, her head getting turned, forcing her to look up at Bellona. 'Such lovely, pale skin - but that neck of yours needs a collar. You're going to have to get used to this, now that you're owned.' Andromeda grunted in pain again as her head was pulled up higher by her hair, Bellona's other hand grabbing and squeezing her throat. She immediately struggled to breath, unable to drag air into her lungs, the fingers hard and strong on her throat, burning sparks of pain bursting in her eyes. She was held there, feeling the agony blossom and grow, before she was released, head still held up. As her eyes focused again, Bellona held up an inch-tall metal band, rough-looking bumps and lumps on the inside. She tried to shake her head in protest, panic seizing her, attempting to shake her head, wanting Bellona to release her. She wasn't property, someone that had to wear a control-collar! That was for criminals being punished, or slaves in the outer systems! But she was too weak, the metal band coming forward and touching against her neck. It was cold and heavy, the lumps rubbing and chafing her skin. It hinged shut, getting closed into place, enclosing her neck, more of the rough, blunt spikes pushing against her neck. When it was fully closed, it beeped, the thing activating, and then tightening further, pushing against her throat and the sides of her neck - not enough to hinder her breathing, but it still made her heart flutter, a constant pressure on her body. 'I wonder how much you know about what it can do? I'm sure even a precious princess like you has heard some stories about them - this is one of my custom models, with some extra functionality.' Andromeda could feel the inside rippling, the metal nubs twisting against her skin, scratching at it, rough and painful. 'I like my property to be nice and obedient - and to suffer when they're not.' Pain burst in Andromeda's clit, the metal band growing out of her, getting thicker and fatter. An electrical burst erupted from it, coursing through her nervous system, making her twitch and shudder, a humiliating groan of weakness getting torn from her throat. 'Every time you disobey, then you will be hurt. I find that most people break soon enough - when the choice is obedience or suffering, then obedience starts to become natural. But I've never had a princess to break before - I wonder if you will be any tougher? I doubt it.' She let Andromeda's hair go, Andromeda's head dropping, impacting onto the table, another pain added to her body as the back of her head hit the metal. 'Your belt next. You're going to need to get used to being on display!' Another shock burst into Andromeda's crotch, her hips rising up off the table and then slamming back down, her buttocks flattening against the hard metal. She whined through her gag, straining against her restraints again, without any success. Bellona was now holding up something else made of metal - this had a transparent panel with several chains and metal panels attached. 'Your pussy is now property - it will only be accessed with permission.' 'Nuhhh!' Tears formed in Andromeda's eyes, starting to trickle down her face, as the transparent panel was placed over her slit, the metal panels and chains getting wrapped around her body. The thing was tight, the metal digging into her skin, the central panel pushing in around her slit, sealing it off. Metal clicked together as the device was locked into place, a band going between her buttocks, linking to the belt now sealed just above her hips. She could feel it denting into her skin, already making its presence known, forcibly shaping her flesh. 'Nuh. Nuh! Gphh ophhh!' Her words sounded like pathetic babble, even speech denied her, the gag making her mouth hurt. 'Oh no, my lovely princess, this will be staying on for quite some time. I think that forced chastity makes fresh meat even more attentive. Your body no longer belongs to you, after all - I own you, at least for now.' Andromeda groaned as the collar started to bite, rough spikes on the inside starting to press against her throat, making it hard to breath again, her headache swiftly returning. And little electrical tickles teased at her pussy as well, her clit swollen and heavy, the ring-growth heavy enough that she could feel it. She twisted against her restraints in desperation, feeling the rigid metal press back onto her. She could shift her torso, just a little, feeling the hard table against her skin, but that was it, nothing else. And her strength was fading fast, the lack of air making her head throb, her body losing what little vigor she had. As she writhed, Bellona stripped off the last of Andromeda's clothing, leaving her entirely naked. Her fingers slid over Andromeda's body, jabbing into her nerve clusters, making her twitch and shudder even more. She'd never been stripped and molested like this, made completely powerless, turned into nothing more than a plaything for Bellona! Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. The cover was created by Formant. He is a web artist, specializing in the harsher side of fetish and kink Fall of the House of Kalthaxia Prologue: Divide and Conquer Arlen was cast out from his birthright,
of becoming Duke of Kalthraxia, instead being sent into the army by Duchess
Beathrix, his scheming step-mother, and her daughters - Amantha the Dark Virgin
and Lyrissa the White Doll. Now he has been ordered to return, to be offered up
as blood-tax to the Emperor. To stop this he must overpower the three and make
them his slaves, and reclaim his birthright! He will have to take control of
the housemaids, ensuring they will be loyal to him. Then the daughters will have
to be captured and collared, their spirits broken so they can be made into
unwilling toys and servants themselves. Once they have been enslaved and forced
to be obedient, then he must face Beathrix herself, to strip her of her power
and dignity, and bind her for personal use. Only then will Arlen be able to
rest and truly take his pleasure with his new property! The elf's tongue was feather-soft, but warm and wet and it licked against Arlen's cock, her lips tightening around his shaft. From the sounds she was making, and the look of barely-concealed dislike in her amber eyes, she didn't like her position, but there was little she could do about it, as he tightened his grip on her head, feeling the silky softness of her auburn hair. Every gasping breath she made excited him further, her moans getting louder as she was taken from behind as well, her holy vestments easy to tear apart. He slapped her cheek, feeling the impact through her face and into his cock before looking up. The elf juddered again, as he looked into the face of Tissia - her black hair, cut into a practical, short bob, was swaying in time with her hip thrusts, as she thrust her strap-on into the elf, pinning the woman between the two of them, her hands firmly holding the smaller woman's hips. She smiled back at him, grin rough and savage, before pushing the dildo deep into their victim. The edge of a tattoo swirled up from over her heart, just about visible on her neck, above her armor. Despite the strain she was under, the elf was a talented cock-sucker, twisting her tongue around, taking him deep into her throat, making hacking, gasping noises, her slobber thick and wet. Arlen moved her head in a steady rhythm, taking her as deep as he could, feeling her throat stretch out around his shaft, his excitement building. He came, vision blurring as he shot his load into her mouth, panting and gasping. As he withdrew, he wiped his cock against the elf's cheek, a smear-stain of cum on the nut-brown skin. Thought began to slowly return, as he looked over her, to see the fortress behind her - ancient stone set into a narrow valley-ass, shaped for both beauty and defense, even if some parts of it had been broken, some of the buildings inside burned. The sights of violence were at odds with the forest behind him, and the faint sounds of birdsong. Outside the fortress, set up in a faintly chaotic array, was a besieging army. Brilliantly-colored flags and pennants hung limply in the morning air, soldiers going about their business. He dragged the elf's head around, making his kiss his cock again, then forcing her to look up at him. Arlen could see the cum in her mouth, making her spit white and thick, and the resentment in her eyes before she swallowed it down. She was still being pounded from behind by Tissia, making her shake in place, her breathing rough and ragged, and she winced each time, her small body probably not used to the large, ridged cock Tissia was using. 'That concludes part of the deal. And the rest?' 'I've evacuated all my followers under cover of night. That leaves just... augh... the fools sworn to the Bloody Oak.' He didn't let go of her hair, enjoying the pain and humiliation in her eyes, especially when he tightened his grip, feeling strands start to snap. 'Good. You would have lost eventually, but this saves a lot of bloodshed for us all. And the Bloody Oak herself?' There was a commotion from close by, and he let go of her head, tucking his cock away, making sure his armor was in order. Tissia kept pounding away, apparently determined on forcing an orgasm onto the woman, whose eyes were now fluttering, her breath coming in shallow pants and gasps. He could see several of his men in the woods, weapons at the ready, everyone twitchy in case of betrayal. It had been a risk, but grinding themselves raw and bloody against the fortress would have been even worse! Three elves, all armed and armored, but with their swords on their hips, not in their hands, emerged from the woods, holding a fourth figure, hands bound with rope and a sack on their head, wet enough to stick to shape itself around the wearer's features. Several of his men approached them, and he waved them back before walking forward himself. The hooded figure was short, slender and clearly female, with a tight, green tunic, runic patterns picked out in silver thread, toned legs bare, walking in a lurching stagger. Arlen rested his hand on his sword hilt, the grip comfortable, giving him confidence. 'So, this is the Bloody Oak? I was expecting her to be bigger. We'll be taking her off your hands.' He lunged, drawing his sword, slicing twice and then sheathing it again, before anyone could react. The tunic, slashed top-to-bottom and left-to-right, fluttered away, slashed off the petite body, revealing lithe, toned flesh beneath, and a red-inked tattoo of a burning tree over her heart. Grunting sounds came from behind the hood, the figure's shoulders twisting, trying to get free. 'Sinka, get the stocks. We've got what we came for.' One of his men approached, bearing heavy iron stocks, with four holes in. Arlen shoved the woman, out of the hands of her captors and pushing her to the ground, Sinka untying her bindings but shoving her limbs into the holes and then clapping the stocks shut. She was now forced to kneel on the ground, wrists and ankles all held in a line, securely trapped by the metal. From behind him, came a loud gasp of forced pleasure - the other elf dropped to the floor herself, eyes barely open, Tissia looking smug, her strap-on wet with pussy-juice. 'I knew she'd come eventually. These elves might act cold, but fuck them hard enough and they get there, eventually.' She placed an armored boot onto the barely-conscious woman's buttock and pressed down, leaving a boot-print on the fine fabric. 'Shame we have to let her go, but I'm sure we'll meet again.' Adric squatted down next to the wriggling captive, plucking the rough hood from her head. It reeked of some strange herb, making him feel woozy. Flame-red hair spilled out, mussed and dirty, and he could see that her mouth was gagged with a wad of spit-soaked fabric. Her eyes were vague and distant, the drug having done it's work. 'Feisty little thing, aren't you? Well, don't worry - I'm sure we can find a good home for you. You'll be a fetching little maid - or maybe a pleasure-pet. I hear the emperor himself has a bounty on you.' Despite the drug, she growled, loud enough to make the hairs on his neck rise. The air suddenly whipped at him, the grass writhing beneath his feet, as a pale green glow erupted from her body, eyes rolling back in her head. The gag fell from her mouth, fabric sliced apart by the grass, and he heard her chanting, some language of power he couldn't understand. Chaos erupted, a nearby tree starting to creak, roots tearing themselves from the ground. 'Shit!' The grass around the Bloody Oak was growing, starting to entangle around his boots, and he had to tear himself from it. He moved around behind her, his hand fumbling in his pouch, closing around a metal lump, a slit-sided pear, with a narrower bulb and a grip jutting out. From behind, the captured elf had a taut, shapely rump, her hands and feet trapped in the stocks and straining against it, as the grass continued to grow around her, through the gaps in the metal. Her chanting continued, getting louder and louder. When he moved in closer, then he could hear thorns scraping against his armor, seeking his skin beneath. But he bent down, slapping his hand against her arse, chanting pausing for just a moment, and then he shoved the metal lump into the tight pucker of her asshole. He had to push hard, her body resisting, taut backside strong enough to try and keep him out. Her muscles tore as he kept pushing, forcing the metal into her, ignoring the prickle of pain as a thorn pushed around his thigh, finding a gap in his armor. The metal bulb started to penetrate into her, and he leaned into it, putting his weight behind it. The crunching, roaring sound of ancient wood being forced into motion got louder, and then there was a painful scream from one of his men. Her ass gave way, no longer able to resist his strength, the bulb getting sucked inwards, into her body. Her chanting changed to a loud gasp, her body cramping, twitching against her bonds. The foliage went still and passive, the cutting wind vanishing in a moment, as she stated to madly twitch, shaking about in pain, whining and keening. Arlen gave the ass-plug a tweak, making sure that it was firmly lodged within the woman's body, then slowly peeled the thorns away from himself, wincing when he felt them draw blood, sharp enough to have sliced through his clothing. Attend me! A voice sounded in his head, dominant and proud, every word dripping with power. Darkness opened up around him, taking him out of himself, and Arlen found himself somewhere... soft, warm and shadowy. Sultry scents, enticing and feminine, made him want to relax, succumbing to their lure, as his hand went to a sword that was no longer there. You are required. You were sent out in the hopes of proving
yourself. The family has need of you -
are you will obey. A figure appeared, a woman reclining. Her shape was veiled - soft, feminine curves wrapped in lace, flesh appearing only in tantalizing half-glimpses, an erotically-potent scent wafting through the air. A true-born bastard, I have found a use for you, so that you may have some purpose in this world. An arm raised up, the finger-nails long and sharp, gleaming with a dark radiance of their own. A crimson light throbbed, casting everything in scarlet tones, highlighting the sultry, reclining shape, maddening darkness refusing to reveal more, as she moved her head, veils shifting. A carriage will be sent. Do not dally, or you shall lose what little use you have. He was suddenly somehow next to the reclining figure, without having ever crossed the intervening space, the scent worming into his head, making it head to think, his cock getting hard. The hand reached out, scraping up his bare chest - he could feel the nails, razor-sharp, pressing against his skin, just shy of slicing. He couldn't speak - some force held his tongue still and silent, so that all he could do was hear the words booming within his head. Return to Kalthaxia, for I, Beathrix
Ullia tol Kalthaxia, the Thorned Duchess, have need of you, and your wretched
blood may finally serve some purpose. The hand slid down, and he felt sticky wetness as it did slice the skin, making him wince as it cupped his balls, now strangely gentle. A hot thrill ran through his, his cock painfully hard, another hand stroking his shaft. The veiled head stared at him, eyes hidden behind it, but with a powerful enough presence to hold him rapt... And then it was gone, the vision snapped away, and he was back in the clearing, with the Bloody Oak still bound at his feet, his cock rock-hard. 'You OK, Arlen? You spaced out, and now you're cut up. And what the hell did you stick into the elf bitch?' Tissia was looking at him, concern on her face, cock still strapped around her waist. 'Something I won from a crooked inquisitor - there's some special alchemical stuff inside it. Burns like hell, especially from the inside! No-one's casting through that.' The woman was still shaking around, whining in pain. And pain was searing his chest - when he looked down, he saw that his chainmail had been rent apart, some force having sliced through it, and that he was bleeding from beneath. The woods were still and silent now, even the birds having been driven away. The elven priestess was moving with a stiff gait, still recovering from Tissia's fucking, trying to get her robes tidied and refusing to meet his eyes. 'Do not think that we are allies! The Bloody Oak may have been a fool, but we will return and reclaim all the lands you have taken from us.' Her proclamation might have been more effective if she didn't still have cum and dribble on her lips and cheeks, as she staggered away, robes still in disarray. 'Well, we've managed to take Stonefang Pass. And without getting fucked to death on the defenses, so score another one for the legion of bastards. Although I wasn't expecting you to enjoy it quite that much.' Tissia nodded her head downwards, and Alren became aware that he was still rock-hard, so much so that it was clearly visible, his lust surging, making him want to bend Tissia over and fuck her raw, before stopping himself, not wanting to get stabbed. 'I've been called home. My step-mother says she needs me - the Tithe is soon, I expect, and she doesn't want to sacrifice herself or her daughters.' 'The Thorned Duchess? Huh, that would explain the claw-marks. I guess you weren't completely full of shit then when you told me about that. So, you going to go?' Arlen tried to rearrange his armor around the massive rents in it, wincing as he scraped the fresh wounds beneath. 'Yes - I owe that bitch payback for what she did to my father, as well as stealing the duchy from me, so she could give it to one of her daughters. I don't know why she wants me back, but it's probably the best chance to get there without her just killing me.' 'Well, it can't be any more dangerous than here!' She kicked the Bloody Oak in the backside, before leaning over to re-tie the woman's gag. 'I'll bind her fingers before we get her pierced, but she's not going to be easy to keep under control. I guess I'll just have to give her a few personal lessons - that might make her more obedient. Put some metal in those tiny tits of hers, pierce her tongue to stop her casting anything again.' Another kick, and the Bloody Oak whined, starting to wake up. 'She'll fetch a pretty penny at auction, even if she's not broken. Or the emperor might want her for himself? She's got quite the reputation - and she's pretty as well, at least if you like elves. But you can take the reward for her, split it with the squad.' 'You sure?' 'I'm going to become the duke of Kalthaxia, so I don't need it. Hell, maybe I'll buy her off you, put her in a nice display cage in my mansion.' She chuckled. 'Well, you don't lack for confidence! Just don't die before I've had the chance to get out of the godforsaken war and claimed my own damn birthright, that my bastard of a father kicked me out for! And my bitch of a mother. The only one allowed to kill you is me - I want the last thing you see to be my face, ideally while you're balls-deep in me!' He smiled back, taking a comfortable grip of his sword-hilt, then leaning in and kissing her on the lips, their tongues sliding together. 'When I'm the Duke, you can be my fuck-pet - I'll have you collared in gold, in a lovely cage in my chambers, your soft lips spread around a gag.' 'Keep on dreaming! You're going to be toy, with that lovely cock of yours all caged up, desperate and lonely, as you eat me out. You'd be so pretty, between my legs, getting me off!' Their bantering was interrupted by Sinka, who saluted both of them. 'Everyone is readying for an assault. We should get back to the main camp, and make sure the prisoner is secure. And, uh... congratulations, captain. On getting out of here.' 'It's going to be even more of a fight there!' He turned, trying to kiss Tissia again, who pulled away, stooping to drag out the stocks, the Bloody Oak groaning as she was scraped along the ground. 'But I wish you all luck.' He clapped the man on the shoulder, before they started marching back to camp - how long would it take him to get back to the capital, and finally begin his plans? |