POV Hilda
My thoughts were in disarray; My friend, partner, and lover had just outed my fetish to the world. He was a strong Wizard with whom I grew up. Slaves were the lowest ring of society, and my Kingdom had a lot of rules around it. I grew up around slaves as my father was a merchant, and I was the youngest daughter of a Slave trainer. My father never wanted me to be a part of the business.
When I took up the sword, I was a natural. I went through tutors quickly until I met my last teacher, Sword Dancer Nero. She was a strong sword dancer with a single blade who used flexibility and precision to overcome strength, using soft techniques to redirect and kill. I took it naturally, and my teacher taught me to connect with mana, circulate it through my body, and refine it.
When I reached D rank in swordsmanship, my teacher Nero told me that from now on, I needed experience and education. To reach beyond the D rank or even the B rank, I must use my head and my body. For without one, I could not refine the other. Whatever that meant. So, my father sent me to school, where I met Steve McKay, a Baron's second son, and I learned many things in the Royal Academy, mostly about history, etiquette, and various other forms of combat. While training there, I reached C rank with no issue using duels and various forms of combat with other students.
My teacher had been right. Adapting what I learned to a style of my own helped me reach the C rank along with time. After reaching the C rank, though, Steve took more interest in me, and I liked him. He was a smart Wizard who had powerful D-ranked Lightning magic. It was hard for Lightning Wizards, but he was a growing star that many teachers took notice of, and he noticed me.
It was shameful to admit; he got me into the bedroom easily, and he proceeded to disappoint me. He took my first time in my body but not my mind, as I had a memory from when I was a child. A distinct one that I never could forget.
I remembered my Father in the training room with a large breasts black haired woman who looked so beautiful. My father did not know I was there, and she was tied up with her neck in a noose, standing on a box. She struggled on her tiptoes to stay on the box while the noose around her neck tightened. My father whipped her hard, and she cried out as I watched. Her body would try to run from the whip; every time, she could only go so far because the noose around her neck brought her back. Her body was covered in long red lines and my father was grinning at her. "Now, Slut," My father said, "What do you say?"
The Question rattled my child's brain, and I could not help but wonder what she would say to my father in such a way. Her response blew my mind as she moaned out, "Thank you for whipping this whore slave, Master~!" In response, my father whipped her again, and her body ran, and she almost fell off the box, possibly to her death, trying to run. her breasts bore a new line across with a whip, and I continued to watch as my father did more things to the woman.
I had no idea who that slave was even to this day, but I remember wanting to feel what she felt. The jealousy of my father's attention that she got. The Love and care that he showed to her, even though I knew he did not care for her, I wanted to be treated like that. Every time I thought about it, my pussy would get wet, and I wanted to try it.
So when Steve and I had sex for the first time, I did not like it that much. It felt like it was lacking, and I would think back to that memory, and I knew why then why my father did not want me to see it. But it was burned in my memory. More and more, I wanted it as I went out with Steve over the years, scared of telling him what I truly wanted till one day, I grew so bored of sex that it threatened our relationship. So I confessed just before we both became B rankers.
Steve liked the thought of trying what I wanted, but I quickly learned that people like my father are different. Steve tied me up, purchased a thing called a flogger, and whipped me with it. Fuck, the first time was amazing. It was godly, and I loved it. The sex we had that night with my sore breasts was great, but I quickly grew bored. I begged Steve as we got stronger for harder and harder whipping. I wanted more as I had gotten a taste, and I admitted to Steve when we were fighting that I wanted him to stop treating me like his woman and treat me like a slave.
I blushed at the memory and we were a powerful Adventuring duo now. Both aim to reach A rank and become some of the most powerful and influential people in the Kingdom of Chip. I wanted it for my family and to do what I wanted. Steve wanted it for the rank that would come with it. We both were ambitious and liked each other. Time and time again, we went deep into the dungeon, and we had just been coming back up from the eighty-first safe floor where it really challenged B rankers like us.
When we reached the fifty-fourth floor, we stopped to relax. This was a C-rank area with mostly Minotaur's. It was a great place to learn how to overcome the strong, and we went to the Inn, and I asked for Steve to treat me like a whore. I knew that Steve liked to act more like a noble, but I wanted to be treated like a common whore. I wanted to feel like I really was that common whore not role play, but like I was. I asked that I go out into town so he could find me and purchase me a few copper coins.
When Steve told me no, which I did not like, I started complaining as we were about to go to our room. Then we got into an argument about it, and he said the worst thing possible. He let Everyone in the Tavern know that I wanted to be treated like a slave. I had never been so embarrassed and humiliated. It took me a long time to trust him enough to let him know.
I was about to cut him down when suddenly a woman spoke up. Her voice demanded respect and expected to be followed. I felt myself stopping at her words without the ability to disobey. Then she snapped her fingers and told me to come to her. I could not help myself for some reason. I looked over this tall, sculped woman with powerful muscles and a demeanor that could command armies like a Queen. I felt drawn to her, and she looked at my partner and told him to scamper away to another Inn. Steve ran away humiliated, and I had no idea what to do. I looked at the woman in leather and noticed around her a young cat-kin, acting like a cat for some reason, which made me realize that she was a Beast-kin of some type with beautiful show-white hair flowing down her back with fur on her arms and legs. Beast-kin were not common, and seeing two together was startling.
Then She did nothing really but point at the chair and tell me to sit. What came next was something I would never be able to explain to another. She just sat there eating, I asked her what she wanted, but she just pinned me to the seat, glaring at me whenever I tried to leave. Every time I tried to leave, her sheer presence made me stay. She offered for me to leave at any time, making me feel like I had to leave now or never. Then would pin me to the seat just by staring at me.
My mind was still in turmoil as I replayed the last sentences she said before leaving.
"You are nothing fucking special. You are a whore slave, now," The Queen paused for a moment with a sneer on her beautiful face, "If you want to be allowed into my room, you will sit here, and you will do NOTHING, no matter who talks to you, you will wait one hour, then you will prop, one leg up on the booth, and put your hands in your pants and start to flick your bean thinking about being dominated. Then once you cum, three times, you may come upstairs; if you do not follow these orders, you will NEVER feel my touch." The Queen then stood and had a vicious smile that sent a chill up my spine, "Good luck slut; see if you can earn this Mistress's favor or back out like a pussy bitch." The Queen turned and walked away, her slave kitty following her and purring as she pushed her head against her thigh.
A pang of jealousy hit me as I remembered that cat-kin sitting there and being petted by the queen, basking in her attention while I sat her stupefied. Why couldn't that be me? Being forced around like nothing but a pet around the place. I could only dream of something like that, although I would love it if she were even more strict with me.
My thoughts made me shudder, and my mind was entrapped. What the fuck is wrong with me?!
"So you are not coming back with me to the other Inn?!" Steve suddenly demanded, and I looked at my partner and lover with a stunned expression. "I understand we fought but this isn't the first time. I am sorry for shouting that; I was heated and lost myself momentarily. Can you forgive me? I swear, I will leave here and pick you up like a stupid cheap whore. I will pay you no more than a copper," Steve said his voice cozying back to me.
but for the first time, his words meant nothing to me. His promises sounded hollow compared to the sheer sadistic smile of the Queen and how she commanded a room. I could only see Steve as something less than the real thing. Steve was this safe place, a place where I would be treated like a woman, a powerful woman who was valuable as I knew I was. But, but, but, BUT~!
I DID NOT WANT THAT!
I WANTED TO BE WHIPPED~!
I WANTED TO BE ENSLAVED~!
I wanted that Beast-kin!
I WANTED QUEEN~!
I was already over Steve, fuck him. I wanted the queen to pay attention to me, and there was only one way I could do that. By doing nothing for another thirty minutes. I had no idea if she had left something to track me, but my mind wanted to follow her orders.
"Hilda, Hilda, Come on, Baby, I am sorry, but please forgive me. Come on, let's get an Inn room, and we can start to role-play with each other. I will play a rough Baron, and you can be the hired maid or cheap whore, or something."
But I said nothing, and his pleas continued till I felt it had been an hour, and Steven looked pissed. Then I put a leg up onto the booth table, showing the crowd, and Steve looked confused as I put my hands in my pants, and pleasure exploded in my head as I started masturbating.
Once I started, I could not stop. My fingers moved, and I shoved two fingers inside my pussy as my other hand stroked my clit. Before I even knew it, I was biting my lip, and my hips bucked, and Steve was watching me, stunned. My pussy erupted, and for the first time in my life, I pissed my pants, but I did not stop. I could not stop; I needed to see The Queen. Queen ordered me, and I masturbated even harder. I was desperate. I needed her approval. I needed her to pay attention to me!
I wanted her to enslave me!
I wanted to be her pet!
I wanted her to use me and abuse me!
GOD~! I AM CUMMING FROM THE THOUGHT OF HER USING ME~!
My pants were hit with more of my piss, but I did not stop. I was only growing more desperate as I saw others looking at me as Steve looked at me horrified. Their stares, They were looking at me!
My hips bucked with that thought, and I pissed my pants once more. I shuddered after three orgasms, and I put my feet down and I waited for several moments before I got up. In a daze and feeling like I was being followed, I went to the stairs and headed up, hearing whispers behind me. I felt her as I reached the door and I knocked.
When she opened up the door, she was smiling down at me, "Come inside, stupid slave bitch. You can come inside, but the cost is your freedom. You will accept my slave collar if you come inside." Her words filled my ears, and I did not understand myself. I did not hesitate. I stepped inside my pussy, twitching in delight as I entered her room for that cost.
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