I lowered my face down to her tortured cunt, and started licking her again. "Only one more, Chloe…" I said gently. "You're being a very good girl, suffering for us so nicely."
Chloe cooed in pleasure, loving the praise despite the pain between her legs.
"Next one's gonna be hard," I warned.
I wound back. Using as much of my admittedly-pitiful strength as I could, I slapped down one last time, as hard as I could. Chloe howled. I looked and saw her chest heaving in heavy sobs. Oops, maybe I pushed a little too hard.
"I'll kiss it better," I said.
I resumed licking her pussy again. Despite her pain, she was already close to the edge thanks to my teasing from before. The crying soon stopped. After another half-minute of gentle cunnilingus, Chloe was shivering with another orgasm, all pain forgotten.
Lysander was shivering too, having her second anal orgasm thanks to Chloe's tongue. This one was slightly less intense, it seemed, or at least Lysander managed to keep her composure better. She climbed off Chloe's face and lay down next to her to bask in the afterglow. I joined her on Chloe's other side, and snuggled against my pitiful abused slave girl.
"That was fun," I said.
"Indeed," Lysander gasped.
Chloe's face was a mess of tears, and her chin and neck were slick with Lysander's pussy juice. She closed her eyes, and gladly accepted the snuggles.
"Oh great, what am I supposed to do with this boner now," Ash grumbled.
There was a knock on the door.
"Just a minute," I called out.
We all scrambled to quickly put yesterday's modesty blankets over our bits. Chloe excluded. She just sniffed a few times, and tried to wipe away some of the evidence of our little play session.
"Okay," I said, once we were all decent…
Well no, we were pretty much the least decent people ever, but we were covered at least… That was as decent as we could be right now.
Adam entered the room, carrying an armful of folded clothes. Ethan followed behind, carrying a basket full of shoes. Ethan was innocent and oblivious, and Adam was tasteful enough not to acknowledge the pushed-together beds, or the red faced, sexually abused slave girl lying in a puddle of her own tears and girl-cum.
"These are all old clothes, donated to help those in need by the townsfolk," Adam explained. "We think these ones should fit you and your ladies, but they're obviously nothing fancy."
"Thank you, we appreciate whatever you can offer us," Ash replied.
"Can we pick something for our slave too?" I asked.
"Yes, there should be something appropriate in there," Adam replied. "When you're all dressed, please come down to the drawing room from yesterday. Father Jordan wants to get your slave collared, and help Ash get started as an adventurer."
"Sure."
We put the clothing pile on Ash's bed, and descended on it like a pack of slutty vultures. There was only one set of obviously-masculine clothes, sized for a mountain man. Ash claimed a set of rough textured undershorts, brown linen trousers, and a baggy white shirt. There were also some knitted woolen socks, and big boots.
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The remaining clothes were all dresses, much to my chagrin. There were no bras or panties either, not even socks. Maddie seemed the most enthusiastic of us, digging out a frilly white dress, with a low cut bust that supported and showed off her wonderous cleavage.
Lysander quickly found and snatched away a set of thick woolen figure-concealing robes, pale blue in colour. It made her look like a proper mage and left her gender a little bit ambiguous. She could easily pass as a girly boy at first glance.
I was left with a grey dress. It had a skinnier fit than Maddie's dress, but still fell loosely off my slender figure. It wasn't flattering, but I didn't care, I had nobody to impress. It felt weird to have a skirt, like… I was dressed, but I was only a quick skirt flip away from nudity again. The openness between my legs made me feel a bit naked. It wasn't like the reassuring sense of protection I felt from a good pair of thick jeans.
Emi found the only piece of clothing sized to fit her. A frilly dress in pink and white that made her look even younger, like a little girl.
Finally, Chloe was left with what looked like a potato sack. It was brown and square, with coarse scratchy threads. It wasn't fitted to her figure or anything like that. It was also short, the lower hem only reaching her upper thigh, like a miniskirt. It only barely covered her round little bum.
As for shoes, Maddie and Emi each claimed some girly flats, Lysander and I found some bulkier travelling boots. We were short a pair, not enough for Chloe. Evidently, they meant for us to leave the slave barefoot.
Now fully dressed, we left the room. Father Jordan and his two acolytes were waiting downstairs at a table, in a sort of half-kitchen dining area. There was a plain, unadorned, collar of dull steel on the table, with a single ring riveted to the side, likely somewhere to attach a leash.
Father Jordan saw us coming, and stood from the table, holding the collar up for us.
"Ah good, let's just put this on your slave, shall we?" he said.
"What does it do?" I asked suspiciously.
"This one has only the minimum required enchantments," the priest explained. "Tracking, resizing, and tamper resistance. I'm afraid you'll have to spend your own gold to buy something better."
No mind control then? Good.
"No, this is perfect, thank you." I said. I noted there was no hinge on the collar, I wasn't sure how I could get it around Chloe's neck. "How does it work?" I asked.
"Ah yes, I've already attuned it to your magical signatures. Just hold it, and will it to open, then slip it around your elf's head, and let go. It should close to the right size on its own," the priest explained.
"Right."
I did as he said, holding the collar and willing it to open. The ring expanded into a large hoop, easily wide enough to slip around even the biggest of heads. I walked over the Chloe, and placed it over her head and let it dangle around her neck. Then I let go. Over the next few seconds, the collar shrunk back down to something close to its original size. It stopped when there was only about a centimeter of clearance between Chloe's throat and the collar.
Chloe reached for the metal loop and felt it gingerly with her fingers. I saw a glimmer of concentration on her face, and then she relaxed again, giving me a lewd masochistic smile. "I can't open it," she said.
"Indeed not," the priest explained. "Only your five Masters, or a registered member of the Church of the Untainted like myself, have the ability to remove the collar from you."
Chloe nodded, "I've been claimed…" she mumbled, strangely happy.
"Now that that's taken care of, let's have breakfast, and we can discuss your plans for the future," the priest offered.
Breakfast turned out to be some sort of porridge-thing. It seemed deceptively close to the slave gruel that Chloe was served, only lighter in colour and sweetened with honey. I tried a spoonful of slave gruel, just for comparison.
"Bleh," I commented.
Compared to my actual porridge, the slave gruel was horribly bland, with a bit of a funky, bitter aftertaste. Still, with a little bit of added honey it might have been somewhat palatable.
"Untainted humans actually sometimes take slave gruel as travel rations when they're in the deep wilds, it keeps forever and can be efficiently stored as a powder," Father Jordan commented. "There's a company in the capital that produces it in big batches. It's actually quite healthy, and even fortified with holy magic to nourish your body. A slave or human only needs to eat one meal a day to get their nutrition."
"Really? Then why do you guys still eat normal food?" Maddie asked.
"Well the taste is a factor," the priest laughed. "Humans are also naturally meant to eat throughout the day, it's hard to adjust to the feeling of an empty stomach, even if you're not actually starving."