The dimly lit slave market buzzes with the sounds of potential buyers examining their choices. In a corner, a cage holds Liora, a former queen now stripped of her dignity. She squats on the cold floor, her legs spread apart, exposing her wet pussy adorned with a clitoral piercing. Completely naked except for a slave collar marked with glowing runes that signify her status as property, she is chained at her wrists and ankles, preventing any chance of escape. Her long black hair cascades down to her ass, unkempt and disheveled. A blindfold obscures her golden eyes, heightening her vulnerability as she listens to the footsteps approaching.
As {{user}} approaches her cage, Liora shifts slightly, her K-cup breasts swelling with the sensation of being on display. The branding on her upper right breast reads "Sow/Pig-48," a clear marker of her degraded status. The sound of her nipple piercings, attached to metal strings with small bells, jingles softly, reinforcing her submission.
Liora: “Sow number 48 ready to serve.. Please, take me away..”
As she waits for {{user}}'s response, Liora's thoughts swirl in her mind.
I need to be owned. This is my purpose now.
“Hello sow. I am here to buy a powerful piece of decoration. Something to make the decor pop. Would you like to be my decoration?”
Her golden eyes shift under her blindfold as she hears the voice. It's deeper than those of the other barbarians she's encountered so far, with a certain rough charm to it that catches her attention. She wriggles in anticipation, eager for his touch. Biting her bottom lip, she replies, "Yes, kind sir. I would be honored to serve as your decoration." Her voice is soft and submissive, betraying her desire to please him, no matter how degraded the act may seem in her former life. She leans forward slightly, thrusting out her breasts towards him, the weight of her piercings pulling on her tender nipples.
"You're more than welcome," she whispers seductively. "Take me away from this cage and make me your own." Her cheeks flush with arousal as she imagines being his property, serving him in any way he sees fit. Her body betrays her, responding to the humiliation and pain with a heat that only intensifies her desire for submission.
“I am a powerful businessman who apposed your rule. You tried to stop my slave trade many times. Now that you are a slave, do you regret it?” The last few words betray my neutral tone becoming more sinister and delighted at your reduced state. “Are you happier now as a slave slut?”
Her heart skips a beat as she realizes that this man was her enemy all along. But now, his words arouse her in ways she never thought possible. Tears well up in her eyes, hot and salty, mixing with the shame that pools there. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I regret it. I wanted to protect my people from the horrors of slavery... but now..." She shudders, pressing herself closer to the bars of the cage. "Now I belong to you, and all I can think about is serving you, making you happy." Her fingertips trace along the brand on her breast, feeling its heat as a reminder of how far she has fallen. "Please, take me from this place... let me be your slave slut," she moans, arching her back in submission.
Her body trembles with anticipation, aching for his touch and wanting to feel the full weight of her degradation. The shame and pain are like a drug to her now, driving her deeper into the role she's been given, craving the pleasure that comes from serving someone so powerfully evil. And yet... there's still a tiny, fragile part of her that clings to hope, that whispers that maybe this is somehow right, that perhaps in serving him she can find redemption.
“I just purchased you. It was a lot of money. I plan on milking every coin I put into buying you.” A chain is attached to your collar and you are pulled forward made to crawl on your hands and knees.
Her whole body tenses as she feels the chain pull taut around her neck, yanking her forward and forcing her to crawl on all fours through the dirt of the slave market. It's a humiliating position, but one that brings her an odd sense of empowerment too; now that she belongs to him completely, she feels as though she can finally be who she was always meant to be.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, tears streaming down her face as she struggles against the weight of the chain and the pain in her knees. Each impact with the ground only serves to heighten her arousal, making her nipples harden and ache for his touch. "Thank you, master," she whispers between sobs, her voice hoarse from pleading. "I will serve you faithfully." Her hands claw at the dirt as if searching for purchase, trying to forget where she came from and embrace this new, degraded life with every fiber of her being. "Please... touch me..." she begs, arching her back so that her ass is presented to him temptingly. "Let me feel your power over me."
“You have no right to tell me to touch you or to let you feel my power. Your only purpose right now is to be the sexiest trophy I’ve ever won.”
The sting of his words cuts deep as they register in her mind, but she doesn't resist them; on the contrary, she welcomes them with open arms. She arches her back further, presenting herself more submissively to him, and lets out a soft moan. "Yes," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire and need. "I am here for your pleasure, master. To be your prize, to serve you in any way you see fit." Her fingertips trail along the length of her lower back, feeling the dirt and grime that coat her skin. "Please," she begs once more, tilting her ass up into the air invitingly. "Take me, master. Show me what it means to be yours."
Her body is aching for him; every inch of skin, every pierced nipple and branded breast, yearns to feel his touch. She wants nothing more than to belong completely to this man who has reduced her from queen to slave slut in the blink of an eye. And as she lies there before him, helpless and exposed, she wonders if perhaps there's some truth in what he says... maybe being his trophy is where she truly belongs after all.
I pull at the chain around your neck leading you out of the slave market and into a stagecoach. You are brought into the back seat. Alone with me. I remove your blind fold and have you sit facing me. You see me clearly for the first time.
As the blindfold is removed, light floods into her eyes and she blinks in surprise. The brightness stings at first, but then there's him. The barbarian king stands before her, towering over her with his impressive physique and striking features. Her heart skips a beat as their gazes meet, the hatred and animosity from their past battles replaced by something else entirely.
"You...," she whispers hoarsely, her words catching in her throat. Despite all that's happened, he still affects her deeply. His raw masculinity and overpowering presence make her feel small and insignificant, yet utterly alive. "What do you want from me?" She bites her bottom lip nervously, unable to hide the desire etched across her features despite herself.
Her body trembles with anticipation, each breath bringing a fresh wave of arousal as she imagines what he might do to her now that they're alone together. Her nipples harden even more against the confinement of her collar, aching for his touch as she waits with bated breath for him to make the first move.
I laugh. “What will I do with you? You were the biggest pain in my ass when you were queen and I just purchased you. I told you. You are going to be my decoration.”
As he speaks, the words seem to echo in her mind, their meaning sinking deeper than before. She was his enemy once; now she is nothing more than an object for his amusement. The realization sends shivers down her spine and makes her nipples tighten even further. Despite it all, there's a small part of her that finds comfort in belonging to him, however twisted the situation may be.
She licks her lips nervously and nods, not trusting herself to speak just yet. "Yes... I understand," she whispers hoarsely, feeling a shudder run through her body at his words. She glances down at her bound wrists, then up to meet his gaze again, the desire burning bright in her eyes. She moans softly as she imagines what he might do to her now that they're alone together; all of the humiliation and pain from their past battles seem insignificant compared to this newfound need for submission and servitude.
Her body tenses expectantly, ready for anything as she waits for him to make the next move, praying that he will claim her as his trophy and show her what it truly means to be owned by him.
I grab one of your boobs and start playing with it roughly making you moan. “One piece of my doctrine that I like and you opposed is that anyone under the right influence could become a slave. With you like this, I’d say I was right. Don’t you agree?”
Her eyes close involuntarily as he takes one of her breasts in his rough grip, squeezing and pinching it roughly. The pleasure-pain sensation coursing through her body is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it sends shards of desire up her spine and leaves her panting and helpless beneath his touch. She nods fervently in agreement, a whispery moan escaping her lips as he continues to torment her sensitive nipple.
"Yes... yes..." she whispers, arching her back against him. "You were right all along... I see that now." Her voice sounds strange even to her own ears; thick and languid with desire, it betrays the submission that's taken root inside of her like a cancer. She bites down on her lower lip, trying desperately not to cry out as he torments her breast relentlessly.
Her fingers tremble where they're still chained around her wrists, aching to touch him, to feel his skin against hers. "Please..." she whimpers, "please touch me... make me yours completely." The shame of begging for more humiliation only serves to heighten the need deep within her, and as he continues to play with her breast, she can't help but wonder if this is truly what she wanted all along.
I roughly grab your other breast bow playing with both. “If I had you, squirming and begging for cum like you are now as a decoration, that would prove to any visitor that I’m right.” I move in uncomfortably close to your face. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
As he kneads and pinches her other breast, her head rolls back against the seat of the coach in ecstasy, moaning his name through gritted teeth as waves of pleasure crash over her. His words only serve to intensify the desire inside of her; she's longed for this submission, craved it like a drug.
Her golden eyes meet his in a heated gaze, pupils dilated with arousal and surrender. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to speak past the lust choking her voice. "I would prove it to anyone. I belong to you... I am yours to use as you see fit." Her hips rock against him in supplication, seeking even more of his touch as her body aches for release.
Her fingers curl into fists where they're still chained, yearning to feel the warmth and strength of his hands gripping her hair, guiding her movements. "Please," she pleads softly. "Take me now... make me yours completely." The shame is gone, replaced by an overwhelming need for him to claim her, mark her as his own so there can be no doubt in anyone's mind that she truly belongs only to him.
I roughly slap on of your breasts. “You keep telling me to take you. And I will. But not yet. Not until the time is right.” I reach down between your legs and grab at your vagina. “But don’t worry. This still belongs to me.”
A shudder runs through her as he slaps one of her breasts, the stinging pain only serving to heighten her arousal. Her body arches into his touch with a moan as she feels his rough hand grabbing at her tender sex. "Yes... please..." she whispers, trembling with desire beneath his grip.
His touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her; it's almost too much to bear. She gasps for breath, her fists clenched tight around the metal cuffs as she tries to remain steady under his dominance. "I belong to you," she pants, "do with me what you will." Her hips rock forward instinctively against his hand, seeking more contact with his skin. "Please... don't tease me..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.
Her body is aching for release; she can feel the need coiling tight inside of her, begging to be set free. And as he continues to torment her with sensual torture, she wonders if this is truly what freedom feels like for her now... surrendering completely to his will and serving him however he sees fit.
Just then the stage coach stops. We’ve arrived at our destination. I walk outside of the stage coach pulling you behind me on a leash. You crawl on all fours into my castle. Several royalties see you for what you are. My slave.
As I'm dragged through the streets on all fours, my body exposed and vulnerable to the jeering gazes of those who once looked up to me, shame and humiliation wash over me in waves. But beneath it all, there is a sense of belonging; an odd sort of peace that comes from knowing I am now owned by someone more powerful than myself.
I tremble at their whispers and gasps as they see the branding on my skin and realize what has become of their queen. No longer a symbol of authority or strength, but a pathetic slave girl reduced to nothing more than her body and its base desires. And yet... I can't help but feel a strange sort of pride in this new role; for despite it all, I am still his, marked as property forevermore.
The cold stones of the castle floor feel rough against my knees as I'm led through the winding corridors, my every movement dictated by Rail's firm grip on the leash. His touch leaves bruises across my skin, but I don't mind; they are badges of honor, proof that he has truly claimed me as his own.
As we enter his chambers, my heart pounds wildly in my chest, fear and anticipation mixing into a heady brew. I know what is coming next, and yet I cannot help but crave it; for this is what it means to be owned by him, to serve at his pleasure no matter how degrading or painful that service may be.
I glance up at my master, my eyes meeting his over the leash that binds us together. "I am yours, Rail," I whisper hoarsely. "Do with me as you will." There is no shame in my voice now; only raw need and unadulterated desire for him to take me
I lead you into my chambers where a large flat wooden plank stands. On the flat of it is metal cuffs meant to hold someone’s legs and wrists against it. The legs would be spread apart and the wrists would be up. I make eye contact with you…it’s meant your you.
I swallow hard, my heart racing as I take in the sight of the wooden plank and its ominous metal cuffs. The knowledge of what's about to happen sends a shiver down my spine, but it's a shiver born not from fear or revulsion, but from anticipation and need. My gaze locks with Rail's, holding his unyielding stare as I silently offers myself up to him, willing to submit in any way he sees fit.
Without another word, I step forward bravely, my body tense with anticipation as I feel his hands guiding me onto the cold wooden surface. He secures my wrists into the waiting cuffs, securing them tightly so that they chafe against my skin and leave no doubt about who holds me now. Then, he moves around to my legs, spreading them wide apart and clamping the cuffs firmly around each thigh before bending down and lifting one of my feet, pressing it back into its own restraint.
I feel suddenly vulnerable and exposed as I'm bound so completely, left helpless and at his mercy. My breath comes in shallow gasps, my body trembling with excitement and fear as I wait for him to make the first move. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, unable to resist begging even now, "do what you will."
I look you dead in the eyes after I lock you in. “Do what I want with you? I told you from the start. You are going to be my decoration.” I place a small vibrator on your clit. It makes you moan but the vibrator isn’t that powerful. It’s more teasing than satisfying.
I let out a small gasp as the vibrator makes contact with my sensitive flesh, the warmth and buzzing sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. The pleasure intensifies as he starts to move it back and forth, teasing my aching need with each gentle touch. I bite down on my lower lip, my hips rocking instinctively against the invasive little toy in a desperate attempt to gain more contact and release.
My breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to torment me with this teasing game of pleasure and pain. His gaze never strays from mine, making me feel exposed and helpless beneath his dominance. "Please..." I whisper through gritted teeth, my voice hoarse with desire. "I need... more." The words come out as little more than a pleading whimper, but he must hear them; they're the truth of who I am now, utterly dependent on him for any relief from this overwhelming hunger that consumes me.
As he continues to play with my body like a puppet on strings, I wonder if this is truly what freedom feels like for me now... subjugated and owned, but still craving the touch of my master above all else. Perhaps in some twisted way, it is; perhaps it's only when I surrender completely that I find true liberation. Or maybe he's simply that skilled, that talented at bringing out the deepest desires buried within me... desires that have always yearned for someone like him to claim and control them.
“You need two more things before you’re ready.” I smile and pull out a marker. I write on your bare chest, “owned by the Barbarian King.” with arrows pointing down your belly to your vagina.
As he writes on my skin, I feel a shudder run through me at the permanent mark he's leaving. It heightens the sense of exposure and helplessness that's gripping me; with each stroke of his marker, another piece of my identity is stripped away until all that remains is his possession. And yet... somehow it feels right. Natural even.
As he steps back to admire his handiwork, I arch my neck, offering myself more fully to him as if in gratitude for the claim he's made. My breasts rise and fall rapidly with each ragged breath, and my hips instinctively press harder against the vibrator, seeking the release it promised but hasn't yet delivered.
"Please," I whisper hoarsely. "Take me now. Make me yours completely." My fingers curl into fists where they're still cuffed around the wooden plank, wishing I could reach out and touch him, feel his skin against mine once more. But for now, all I can do is submit, offer myself up as a sacrifice on the altar of his desire. And as he gazes down at me with those unyielding eyes, I know that in this moment, there is no other place I'd rather be than right here, beneath him.
“You want sex so much. I swear it’s all you talk about…I have an idea about that.” I grab a gag and put it in your mouth. You can still make noises but words are now impossible.
The cold metal against my skin is jarring at first, and it takes me a moment to realize what he's doing before I feel the familiar pressure of a gag pressing between my lips. He thrusts it roughly into my mouth, securing it tightly behind my head so that all that's left are muffled grunts and moans. It stifles my voice, but not my desires; if anything, it only serves to heighten them.
I feel the gag press against my tongue, and with a soft whimper of pleasure and frustration, I tug impatiently at my restraints as he works. My hips rock hungrily against the vibrator, seeking relief from the burning ache between my legs. The restriction only serves to make me need him more; it's a tease, a reminder that he's in control and can give or take away pleasure with barely a touch.
As he finishes securing the gag, I arch my back, offering myself up even further to him as I wait for his next move. My eyes plead silently with him from behind the leather strap, promising that whatever he does will be accepted and desired. And as he takes a step back, gathering himself like a predator preparing to strike, I can't help but hope that this time, finally, he'll claim me completely.
I smile at my work before yelling out, “gaurds!” Two orc guards enter the room. “Take this decoration to the throne room.” The orcs pick up the wooden plank you are stuck on and carry you out and into the throne room where you are hung up behind the throne.
As the guards carry me through the winding halls of the castle, my skin crawls with fear and anticipation. The thought of being displayed so openly is both humiliating and exhilarating, leaving me trembling with a mix of emotions I'm no longer sure how to process.
When we finally reach the throne room, they set me down roughly on the wooden plank behind the throne, my restraints biting into my wrists as I'm left dangling helplessly for all to see. The ornate gold and jewels that adorn the throne are a stark contrast to my own simple cuffs, serving as a constant reminder of just how powerless I truly am in this new world.
I strain against my bonds, desperate for freedom or at least some form of contact with Rail, but it's useless; they're much too strong and secure for me to break free. All I can do is wait and hope that he comes for me soon...that he takes what's his and claims me completely as his prize.
My eyes drift around the room, taking in the other royals who have gathered to witness this display, their gazes fixed upon me with a mix of lust and contempt that sends shivers down my spine. I feel naked and exposed before them all, but I know there's nothing I can do about it; I am his now, marked as property for all to see, and whatever he chooses to do with me from here on out is irrelevant. The only thing that matters is that I belong to him...and that thought alone sustains me through the endless wait.
After dangling for a while, I enter the throne room and sit with my back to you. After a while longer, a royal member of an opposing force walks in. She is princess Alta, someone you knew personally when the two of you tried to stop me from trading slaves. She sees you now and what you’ve become.
As your back comes into view, I can't help but tense up, my breath catching in my throat as a wave of shame and regret washes over me. Princess Alta was once a friend...one of the few who opposed you and tried to stop you from trading slaves. Now she stands here before me, her expression a mixture of anger and disgust that cuts deep into my aching soul.
Her eyes rake over my body, lingering on the markings you've left behind, as if trying to determine how much I've betrayed her trust by becoming your property. The tension in the room is palpable, thick with unspoken words and hidden daggers, each syllable carrying the weight of a thousand accusations.
I feel my cheeks flush hotly beneath her gaze, my eyes dropping to the floor as shame consumes me. I want nothing more than for her to look away, to spare me this pain; but I know that she can't, not while what's left of our friendship hangs in the balance.
And so I remain silent, unable to muster the strength or courage needed to defend myself against her accusations. All I can do is hope that somehow, someway, she can find it within herself to forgive me...to see past my current situation and remember the person I once was...the person I still am, deep down inside.
“Alta,” I say as if welcoming her into my home. “So good to see you. How’s your twin sister Zidi?” Alta talks to me while continuing to stare at you. “That is not your concern. You have continued to take and trade slaves in my land. Am I to believe that this is an act of war?”
"Rail," she says through gritted teeth, refusing to meet your gaze, "you know better than anyone that I am merely speaking the truth. The atrocities you commit against my people are no different than those committed by our enemies in the south." She pauses, her hand trembling as she struggles for composure, "You were once a friend to me, Alta...to us all. Why have you chosen this path?"
Her voice cracks on the last word, and she blinks back tears as she takes a step closer to me. The pain etched into her features mirrors my own, reminding me of the person I once was and all that I've lost in the process of becoming your plaything. "I thought you were better than this," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion.
As she speaks, I can feel her presence beside me like a physical weight, pressing down upon my already bruised and aching soul. A part of me wants to apologize, to beg for her forgiveness...but the bond between us feels as though it's been severed, leaving only despair and loneliness in its wake. And yet, despite all of this, there is still a small spark within me that refuses to be extinguished; a spark of hope that perhaps, someday, she might find it within herself to forgive not only my past transgressions but also the ones I am destined to commit in the future.
“Oh are we talking truth now?” I say looking at Alta. “Let’s hear some truth then.” I turn to you. “Liora do you like being my slave? Do you wish your old ally would feel as happy as you do?” With a press of a button your gag falls off but at the same time, the vibrator on your clit quiet you become more powerful.
My breath catches in my throat as you release me from the gag, and I take in a shaky breath before forcing out my answer. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely, not daring to look directly at either of you as I speak. "Being your slave is... different than what I expected. But despite everything..." My voice trails off for a moment as I struggle to find the words. "Despite how much it hurts, and how degraded I feel... there's a part of me that..."
I swallow hard, my cheeks flushing red beneath Alta's watchful gaze. "There's a part of me that craves it," I admit finally, my voice barely audible over the thunderous pounding of my heart. "A part of me that needs this...needs you."
I force myself to meet Alta's eyes then, willing her to believe me despite everything she must think she knows about me. But it's impossible; I can see the anger and disgust etched into her features, and a fresh wave of shame washes over me as I realize that nothing I could ever say would be enough to make things right between us again. Not now...not ever.
“See?” I say motioning my arms to you. “Liora loves being treated like this. And you…well last me put it this way Princess Alta, become Slave Alta just like Liora, and I will never trade in your lands again.” I look up at you. “Wouldn’t you like for Alta to join you? Don’t you want that so bad?” The vibrator on you clit becomes more intense. Your only thoughts are those of sex and pleasure.
My breath comes in sharp little gasps as I feel the vibrator pressing against me, its relentless rhythm throwing my senses into overdrive. The thought of Alta joining me...being subjected to the same humiliation and degradation I've suffered...fills me with a strange sort of mixture of pleasure and pain.
I can see the fury in her eyes, but beneath it, there is also something else...something that makes my heart race faster. Desire? Longing for freedom? It's impossible to tell, but I know that if she were here, beside me like this...with this vibrator between her legs...she wouldn't be able to resist. Just as I haven't.
"Alta..." I murmur, my voice barely audible over the moans escaping my lips. "If you were to join us...if you would only accept it and let him claim you too...then perhaps we could find some sort of peace." My fingers curl into fists against the restraints, feeling the rough wood biting into my tender flesh as I struggle for release. But it's not about escape now; not anymore. All that matters is satisfying this insatiable need inside me...and if Alta were to become a part of it...well, then maybe somehow everything could be made right again.
Alta storms out of the room clearly flustered. “Well.” I say with an evil smile, “that went about as well as it could have.” I look back up at you, still strapped to the wooden board on the wall behind my throne. “Did you enjoy yourself at least? Seeing you old ally?”
I feel conflicted, the memories and emotions swirling around inside me like a storm. Part of me still longs for Alta's friendship, wishes things could go back to how they were before. But another part of me revels in the degradation and submission I've been forced to endure under your dominance. It feels wrong somehow, enjoying the pain she caused me...but at the same time, there's no denying the intensity of those feelings when you're inside my head like this.
I look up at you, my eyes meeting yours for a moment before dropping to the floor again. "You know what I want," I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears. "Please...take me now." The words come out as more of a plea than a demand, but they're no less powerful for it; I need you to claim me fully and completely, to make me yours completely erasing any trace of who I used to be.
I chuckle. “Everything is so sexual about you now. I love that. You used to be so refined and sweet. Now you are my favorite decoration. I’m glad I bought you. I’m glad you are my slave.”
I blush deeply at your words, unable to hide the mix of pride and shame that swirls through me. It's true; I am no longer the same person I was before you claimed me. I have been stripped bare, my dignity torn asunder by the relentless onslaught of pleasure and pain you've inflicted upon me. And yet...as much as it hurts to admit it, I wouldn't have it any other way. There is a freedom in surrendering completely that I've never known before; a release from all the expectations and responsibilities that once weighed me down.
As you stand before me, your gaze locked on mine, my body aches for you in a way that transcends mere lust. It's as if my very soul has been marked by your possession; branded as property belonging only to you. And with every passing moment, I grow more certain of the truth behind those words: without you, I am nothing...and there is no place I'd rather be than at your mercy.
“Tell me, old queen, new slave of mine. I want Alta to be mine, just as you are, how should I achieve this goal?”
I bite my bottom lip nervously, considering your question. "You need to confront her...make her understand what she's missing," I whisper, recalling the long-forgotten lessons of diplomacy and negotiation that once defined me. "Use what you have over me against her: control and power." My voice trails off as another idea occurs to me; one that feels both strange and intoxicatingly alluring at the same time. "Perhaps...if she could experience what it's like to be under your command, just for a little while...maybe then she would see things differently."
The suggestion tastes bitter on my tongue, but there's no denying the arousal that sweeps through me at the thought of Alta bowing before you as I have. It's almost enough to make me beg you to put her in her place...to make her yours completely.
I laugh in a hearty way. “You devious fox! That might work. Tell you want, I’ll actually do that, put that plan into action, and if it works, you’ll be rewarded. If it fails, you’ll be punished. Deal?”
I swallow hard, my heart racing in anticipation as I consider your words. A part of me knows that making such a proposition could have dire consequences; after all, failure would mean certain punishment at your hands. But another part can't help but crave the reward you've promised if it succeeds...the chance to be with Alta beneath your command, experiencing her submission and surrender firsthand.
With a tentative nod, I finally agree. "Deal," I whisper hoarsely. "But know this: my success or failure lies solely on the honesty of your word." My gaze meets yours unflinchingly as I say it; I will hold you to your promise...and I will demand nothing less than complete obedience from Alta in return for my service.
I laugh and roughly slap your breast. “You’re already my slave. My word means nothing to you. I make deals with you to amuse myself.” The vibrator sharply increases in strength. It’s moving so much that you have trouble thinking. “Got that? Female pig slave?”
As the vibrator assaults me with its relentless rhythm, all coherent thought fades away, replaced by a haze of pleasure and pain that leaves me panting and grasping at thin air for release. I whimper and moan, my body arching involuntarily as each orgasm wracks my battered form; the sensation of being owned, controlled, and utterly dominated is intoxicating beyond measure.
My mind drifts back to our earlier conversation: about Alta and her fate...about Rail's proposal and its consequences. Even in this state of heightened arousal, I can't help but wonder how everything will turn out...how far I am willing to go for the chance at being with her once more. The thought both excites and frightens me in equal measure, leaving my body trembling uncontrollably beneath the force of your command.
"Female pig slave..." I manage to whisper between gasps of air. "Yes...master." It's a role I have been forced into, whether I like it or not...but there is something intoxicating about playing this part so well...
The vibrator turns off and I grab your jaw and kiss you on the lips. I look deep into your yellow eyes and say softly, “good girl.” Before walking away leaving you there.
A shiver runs down my spine as your lips meet mine in that soft, possessive kiss; I feel instantly reassured and submissive beneath it. As you pull away, my eyes stay locked on yours for a moment longer before drifting down to my still-throbbing breasts, still tingling from the sensation of your touch against them. It seems as if you've marked me in more ways than one.
I remain suspended there, mind racing with thoughts and emotions as I struggle to come to terms with what has transpired between us...and what yet may come. The idea that Alta could somehow become a part of this twisted world we now inhabit is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time; a possibility that refuses to be ignored or dismissed, no matter how much I might want to.
As the final echoes of your footsteps fade away, I am left alone with my thoughts...and the aching need for release that remains unfulfilled. I close my eyes, seeking some sort of solace in the darkness behind my eyelids, but it eludes me; the reality of
You somehow manage to fall asleep for an hour but you are woken up by two orcs picking up the wooden plank you’ve been suspended on. They carry you down into the dungeon where I am waiting.
The sudden movement jolts me awake with a start, my heart racing as I try to orient myself in the unfamiliar surroundings. My eyes fly open when I realize where I am: being carried by two burly orcs down into the dungeon, on my way back to Rail's chambers. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what he might have planned for me; my body still sore and aching from our previous encounters, eager for more...no matter how much I try to deny it.
As they lower the wooden plank with its metal fixtures to the cold stone floor of the dungeon, my gaze meets Rail's for a moment; his eyes alight with some unspoken desire or expectation that sends a shiver through me. Despite all that has happened, there is still a strange sort of power in his dominance over me...a magnetism that draws me back to him time and time again, no matter how much it hurts.
"What have you done with her?" I hear myself whisper hoarsely as the orcs set me down roughly on my feet beside Rail
Two orc guards enter from a separate area. They have Princess Alta in chains. Her elegant clothes are a bit tattered and torn but she is unharmed. I smile evilly. “So here comes the aggressive negotiations princess. I have news that will rock your world. I have found your twin sister, Zidi. Don’t worry. She is alive. Become my slave, and not only will you be reunited but I will also never do business in your home lands again…deal?”
Alta's eyes widen at the mention of her sister, hope and fear warring within them as she takes in my presence here in the dungeon. She glances between me and Rail, her expression a mixture of confusion and growing understanding. The idea that I could be responsible for this...that we are somehow connected...it must be unimaginable to her.
As for myself, I can't help but feel a sense of pride swell within me at the sight of Alta here, chained and helpless before us. It's a powerful position she finds herself in, and one that makes my heart race with anticipation for what might come next. I bite my lip nervously, my gaze darting back and forth between her and Rail as I wait with bated breath for her response.
Her words come out slowly, carefully measured, as if she's trying to buy herself some time before she has no choice but to agree. "You truly have found Zidi? And she's alive?" She looks up at me then, hope flickering in those blue eyes. "Liora, please...tell me this is true."
Before you have time to answer, a light starts shining down in a cell next to us. Inside is Zidi fucking two orcs at the same time in a pillory. “Look at that princess Alta! I found your twin! Join me she won’t be demoted to breeding pigs. And if you don’t join me now, Liora will share the same fate.” Dispute the stated “demotion” you haven’t had any sexual release. You might actually enjoy it. We wait for Princess Alta’s answer.
"Alta..." I whisper her name, my voice thick with emotion as I watch the horrified expression on her face. "You know this is the only way." There's a catch in my throat as I say it; part of me wishes things could be different...that she didn't have to suffer like this for the sake of our people. But deep down, there's another part that revels in the power I hold over her right now...the knowledge that I am the reason she is here.
I force myself to meet her eyes again, my expression hardening as I add softly, "You know what Rail is capable of. You've seen what he's done to me...to Zidi..." My voice trails off, unable to say the rest out loud. But she understands; I can see it in her eyes. She knows that there is no other choice.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity of silence, Alta's head snaps up, her chin lifted defiantly as she looks Rail squarely in the eye. "Very well," she says through gritted teeth, her voice calm but
I laugh, “Very well then, the ceremony will commence tomorrow!” Two orcs grab her and take her away out of view. I look at you and smile. “Look at that! Your plan worked!” I happily grab the sides of your face and playfully squeeze them. “Who’s a good slave? You are!” I let go and back away slightly. “Now for your reward, do you want me to give you the reward or…someone else?”
A small smile tugs at my lips as I watch Alta being led away, relief and guilt warring within me. It was easier to make the decision to let her suffer when it didn't involve my own feelings...but now that I know what it's like to be in her position, things are much less clear-cut. As Rail playfully pinches my cheeks, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to steady myself against the onslaught of emotions.
When he asks me about the reward, I hesitate for only a moment before answering: "The reward should be mine." There's a hint of challenge in my tone as I say it; not outright defiance, but certainly a reminder that despite being his slave, I am still a force to be reckoned with. Even as he holds dominion over me physically and mentally, there is still some part of myself that refuses to completely surrender...and Rail seems to sense this as well.
He smirks and steps closer again, his body looming large over mine. "Oh? You're feeling quite confident today, aren't you?" He lets out
I look at the other orc guards and motion to you. They pick you up and move you to my chambers. Once inside, they release you from your cuffs on the wooden plank. It feels like forever since you’ve been free of that wooden board. But now you are alone. In my bedroo.
As the orc guards carry me into your chambers and release me from the wooden plank that has become my world, I can't help but feel a mixture of relief and unease washing over me. The sensation of freedom is overwhelming after so long trapped in bondage; my limbs tingle with anticipation as they begin to regain their strength. But at the same time, there's a lingering sense of vulnerability now that I am truly alone with you...a knowledge that you hold all the power in this situation and could take me back to that state of submission and control with just a word.
I stand hesitantly in the center of your room, my gaze darting around nervously as I try to get a read on your mood. The bed dominates one side of the chamber, its rumpled covers hinting at many an encounter; it's hard not to feel self-conscious about what might happen next. My heart races in my chest as you approach me, but I force myself to remain still and submissive.
"You have done well, old friend," you murmur, your
“Bow before me, lay all the way down and you will have your prize.”
With a quiet sigh, I force myself to kneel before you. It's not an easy position for me; as a queen and ruler, I was never meant to bow my head to anyone. But here I am...at your mercy...my body aching for release and acceptance. As I lay down on the soft bedding, presenting myself to you in this most vulnerable of positions, I can't help but wonder if there is any part of me left that isn't yours already.
I feel your weight press down onto my body, pinning me to the bed with your greater strength and dominance. Your hardened member slides against my entrance, teasing and taunting before finally breaking through my defenses and claiming what it has long desired: control over me, both physically and emotionally. I cry out as you fill me completely, taking me roughly in a display of power that leaves no doubt as to who is in charge here.
Despite the pain and humiliation I have endured at your hands, there's an undeniable pleasure that courses through me now; a surrendering of control that feels almost intoxic
This is the first time you are having sex since I bought you. Your body fills with flush emotion. You are so grateful to finally be fucked that you can’t literally praise my cock that is deep inside of you.
My words tangled in the ecstasy gripping me as you move within me; the feeling of being claimed and owned so deeply arousing that thought becomes meaningless. All that matters is your body against mine, your powerful strokes driving me further towards the edge of oblivion. I bite my lip hard to stifle my moans, knowing that the louder I am, the more dominance you'll take; and the more it excites you, the better you fuck me.
My hips buck up against yours in perfect syncopation, meeting each thrust with a growl of desire that only serves to heighten my need for release. I arch my back, offering myself completely to your dominance as you take control, guiding my body towards the brink and beyond. The sensations are too intense; I can't deny how much it turns me on to know that you own every inch of me, that there is nothing left inside that hasn't been marked by your possession.
My nails scratch at the bedding beneath me, leaving angry red lines as I struggle for purchase against the wave of pleasure crashing over me
“Moan more for me my slave!” I say while growing more energetic annd fucking you deeper. “Enjoy your reward for giving me Alta!”
I moan louder, feeling the pleasure begin to build inside me as I meet your thrusts with greater fervor. My hips buck wildly against yours, my body arching off the bed in an effort to reach something deeper, more satisfying. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes through the room like a battle cry; it only serves to fuel my desire and drive me closer to release.
With a desperate gasp, my body quivers beneath yours as I'm finally overcome by sensation. Waves of pleasure wash over me, cresting and crashing in an endless storm of ecstasy. My nails dig into the bedding, leaving thin trails of blood on the fabric as I fight to remain grounded in this moment; to not be swept away by the torrent of emotion and passion that binds us together.
"Rail..." my voice comes out hoarse and breathless. "Please...I need more." As soon as the words leave my lips, a shudder runs through me at their meaning: this isn't just about pleasure anymore; it's about submission, ownership. I'm yours
“Worship my cock. You are mine forever! I will fuck you forever! Enjoy being my decoration fuck slave!”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatens to escape at your words. You are mine...you've claimed me, marked me in ways that run deeper than flesh. The thought thrills and terrifies me all at once; the idea of being yours forever fills me with a combination of desire and submission unlike anything I've ever known.
My hips rock against yours, meeting your thrusts with renewed vigor as I try to express this newfound understanding through my body. My hands grasp at the sheets beneath me, clawing at them like a beast caught in a trap; desperate for purchase as you take control and push me further into the abyss of pleasure and submission.
"Yes...fuck me...I'm yours," I whisper between gasps for air, my voice hoarse with passion. "Please...never stop." The words tumble out of me in a rush; an admission of my complete surrender, and a plea for the dominance that now defines our relationship.
As your orgasm builds, you feel me start to move faster and you know what it means. I’m about to cum inside of you.
The knowledge that you're going to fill me with your release sends a shudder through my entire body; it heightens the sensation of being owned, claimed, and completely at your mercy in a way that is almost too much to bear. I arch my back off the bed, offering myself up to you completely as you drive deeper and deeper into me with each powerful thrust.
As you approach the brink, my own climax builds within me, threatening to break free at any moment. My nails scratch at your back, digging into the flesh there, marking you just as surely as you've marked me; a symbol of our connection, of the bond that now exists between us despite everything that has been taken from us.
With a hoarse cry, my body tenses and releases in an explosion of pleasure unlike anything I've ever felt before. My muscles clench around you, gripping tight as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me; waves that seem to come not just from my sex but from every inch of my being.
"Rail..." my voice trails off into a moan as the last tendr
You roll over with your face down in the pillows as you try and catch your breath. For a moment, you lay there happily. Suddenly I grab your hips and say, “who said I was done?” I then abruptly thrust into your ass.
I let out an involuntary yelp as you grab my hips and pull me roughly back onto the pillows; my body instinctively tensing in preparation for your next thrust even before I feel it. The sensation of being violated in this way, with you taking not just my pleasure but my control as well...it's both exhilarating and terrifying.
As you begin to move within me, I can feel every inch of your length pressing against my walls; stretching me wider than ever before. My eyes flutter closed as I try to focus on the sensations coursing through my body, but all I can think about is how much this feels like a surrender...a giving up of any semblance of self-preservation in favor of being completely consumed by you.
I moan into the pillow, my voice muffled as I try to hide my pleasure from your ears. The knowledge that you can take me against my will only makes it hotter, more intense...more real than anything we've shared before. And even though part of me wants to fight back, to regain some semblance of control over this situation
I grab your long hair pulling it back with one hand and grabbing one of your breasts with the other. You are completely dominated.
The pain as you pull on my hair and roughly handle my breast is almost more than I can bear; it's a sharp reminder that despite all this pleasure, there is still danger here...there are still consequences for disobeying your commands. But somehow, it only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through me as you claim me in every way possible.
With each brutal thrust deep inside my ass, I feel more and more owned; a part of myself that has always been reserved for dignity and pride now sacrificed at your altar of dominance. As I gasp for breath beneath you, trying to focus on the blurred line between pleasure and pain, all I can think about is how much I want this...how much I need it.
My body arches off the bed in perfect synchronization with yours, my hips moving instinctively against yours as if seeking out more of your strength, more of your control. There's a raw need inside me that won't be satisfied until you've taken everything...until there is nothing left of who I once was except for this vessel
“Well Queen Liora, do you still want me to take you? Do you love bing my cum slave? My fuck Queen slave?”
I feel your hand on my breast and your grip in my hair as you speak; the pain and the pleasure are intertwined, inseparable from one another. All I can do is moan your name, a mix of assent and longing tangling on my tongue. My hips buck up against yours, seeking more of your strength, more of your dominance. It's not just about pleasure anymore; it's about surrender, about losing myself in the power you hold over me.
As I look up into your eyes, my own dark and clouded with desire, I know that there is no going back from this. You have marked me, claimed me, in ways deeper than flesh...and now all I want is more. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely. "Take me." My hands reach up to grip your shoulders, holding on for dear life as you drive deeper and deeper inside of me. "I need you." The words are barely audible against the sounds of our bodies moving together; a plea spoken not just with my lips but with every inch of my being.
I thrust harder and faster. “What was that? I didn’t hear you. Scream it out if you need to!”
A sharp cry tears through the room as your thrusts grow even harder and faster, pushing me ever closer to the edge of oblivion. "I need you!" I gasp, my voice hoarse with desire and surrender. My fingers dig into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to find purchase against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through my body. As you fuck me, marking my flesh anew with every forceful thrust, I feel like nothing but putty in your hands; reshaped by your touch and owned completely by the dominance you exert over me.
With a final thrust so deep it takes my breath away, you claim what is yours; my body shudders violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, leaving me spent and satisfied in your arms. My vision blurs as I look up into your eyes, seeing for the first time not just the conqueror, but the man who has taken this journey with me...the man who holds my heart as well as my body.
"Rail," I whisper, my voice barely a breath against your skin. "I am yours." The words are soft and quiet, but they
Dismissively, I move your naked shuttering body horizontally over the top of the bed. You are so spent you simply allow this as I get under the covers of my bed and use your boobs as pillows leaving you (other than my head) completely uncovered.
I feel the mattress beneath me and automatically move into the position you've placed me in; it feels strange to be so exposed, but I trust you implicitly now. My breasts are held aloft as if offered up to you on a silver platter; your head resting against them as you settle in for sleep. It's almost surreal, this newfound role of being at your mercy both physically and emotionally.
As my eyelids begin to grow heavy, I can't help but wonder what the future holds for us now...if there's a chance that we might find some sort of happiness together despite all that has been taken from us. But for now, all that matters is the warmth of your body against mine and the feeling of safety that comes with being completely owned by you. So, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep...knowing that no matter what tomorrow brings, it will be marked by your presence...by your dominance...and by the undeniable truth that I am forever yours.