PoV Hilda
I was stuck after walking in, then I noticed something brush past my leg, and I almost jumped as I watched a fucking tiger suddenly walk past me. The presence of the tiger was so faint that my eyes were struggling to keep it in my vision. It was like my mind refused to consider a tiger an important object and not worthy of my notice.
The tiger walked into the corner of the room, and I was instantly jealous of the queen's warm smile as she looked at the tiger before she turned back to me. "So, another little toy comes into my vision. A wannabe slave slut who needs to be controlled by their superiors." The Queen said, and she stepped up to me, her fingers gliding across my face, and she smiled. "At least you might be a useful slave if you are trained properly," She commented, and I shuddered as I felt a primal need to be useful to the Queen.
My mind spun as these errant thoughts hit my head. I never had someone make me feel like this before in my life. Every cell in my body was screaming to obey through just the way that she looked at me. "B ranked, Sword user; hmm," she hummed, and her voice was extremely sure of herself as she suddenly showed a single claw, which touched the skin around my lips and started to outline it. I could feel the sharpness of her claws. I felt the danger they posed if she decided to kill me outright. "You might do," She said, looking me over and grabbing my breast without caring for my feelings; it was like I had felt the best thing in the world.
I gasped, the pleasure overwhelming in my head as she gripped my breast in her hand over my leather armor. She gripped it tight and treated me as nothing more than an object to collect. "You are not a bad product, Slave. So there is only one question that I must ask you before you can ask me things. You may at your own peril ask me questions before asking, but," Her voice trailed off, and she let go of my breast, and I hated that instantly. I wanted her to do horrible things to me at a primal level. I had never been turned on this much, and she stepped back to the inn bed, leaned back, sheathed her claw again, and asked, "So, How much to purchase your Life? How much to purchase you to be enslaved by me?" The Queen asked, looking down at her fingers.
My face was as hot as the sun in the sky as I thought. I realized that I would do it for free. It made me ashamed, and I shuddered. "I- I-" I stuttered for the first time that I remembered, and I looked away from the Queen. "I- I want to be able to continue to hone my sword," I said with my voice trailing off, not knowing what to say.
"Did I fucking ask you that?" The Queen asked, "You will do whatever I fucking tell you, dumb slave whore." She sneered, and my face grew hotter, and my pants were more moist than a swamp. I could not believe how much she was belittling me or how much I was loving it. "Then here," She pulled out five rough-looking copper coins. Then she used her claw, and suddenly, I felt the energetic mana moving. She punched a hole in the copper coins and strung them with a string that came from nowhere. Then, she stopped suddenly, and she closed in on my lips and licked hers, and I felt her tongue licking across mine. I shuddered at her touch. "Tell me, you dumb bitch, how much do you want to be my slave. Don't just tell me, SHOW ME."
I was stunned, but I took off my sword, my backup knives, and my poison needles, and I stripped, leaving my bare body before her as I could not tear my clothes off fast enough. Then I smashed my head against the floor at her feet. "PLEASE QUEEN~! I DO NOT KNOW WHAT HAS COME OVER ME! I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY BODY! BU-BUT, BUT! I NEED YOU! I CAN'T HELP IT~! PLEASE~!" I screamed, feeling my sanity should be in question.
"Hmm, A natural Masochist again; what makes you think you should be worth my time?" The Queen asked.
"NOTHING~!" I cried out without even thinking and smashed my head against the floor again.
The Queen started to laugh and put her perfect foot on my head. Then I felt her foot press down and push my head against the wood harder, and the pressure kept building. "I will permit you my hand for one night then," she said, much to my delight, and I could not be more thankful. "Tonight, you will scream in ways to announce your servitude to me completely from there; it depends on your attitude. Now, I need to know one thing," The Queen said slowly. "Tell me your darkest fantasy slave. Tell this Queen what your darkest Sexual fantasy is, and I will decide what to do to you."
Her words made me freeze her foot, pressing me into the wood wonderfully, and the pressure was wonderfully painful. I shivered, and my nose pressed against the ground, which gave me just enough space not to smother me. "I- I cannot help but remember something from when I was young. My father was a Slave Trainer here in the Kingdom of Chip. I remember this long black-haired woman that my father tied up to the roof on a noose and whipped while she stood on a box. I was jealous of her screams, moans, and cries, and I cannot rid myself of the memory Queen~!" I exclaimed that haunting memory. The one that drove me to this moment was bowing my head before another, and I wished that maybe this might be the only time I ever needed to submit myself like this, but most of me just wanted to feel it. To experience that moment of life and death, dancing with death with pain and pleasure. I shivered just thinking about it, and I heard her laughing.
"You are an interesting one, fine," she said. I felt her perfect foot leave me, and I wanted to cry in desperation at the missing foot, but I stayed as the Queen had not ordered me to move. Something told me not to get up, and I kept bowed without the need for a reminder.
I heard her walking around the room for a minute or two, then I heard, "Nyah~!" Of her cat slave calling out to the Queen. "Lay down, Kitty, on the bed; we will sleep later," The Queen said lazily, and then I was suddenly looking up as she grabbed my hair, and I felt something around my neck as she wrapped a black rope around my neck. I gasped, and then she pulled a rope, and I was forced to my feet by my neck; before I even knew what was happening, I was standing on my tip toes on a small wooden rickety box and gasped as the rope was TIGHT around my neck. I could feel it all down my spine, and my hands instinctively went for my neck.
CRACK~!
The crack of a whip destroyed the world around me as pain shot through me. I gasped, and I felt something in my quiver. My body was hanging by a noose to the rafters of the roof~! Oh GOD~! YES~!
The Crack of the whip made my body reel from the heavy stroke, and it was across my breasts. sparks blossomed in my head, and I made a noise I could not hear as I ran from the crack of the whip. Then I floated, and the world started to darken as I fell off the box, and the rope tightened, and I could not breathe. OH GOD~!
My brain sparked, her whip cracked as I floated, and I felt something in my body cracking. Floating, I suddenly could breathe as my toes danced again on the box by instinct, and I cried out. "You little pain slut, you are more of a natural than Stacy," The God Queen commented, barely perceptible as it was like I was underwater as she talked. Her precious words must be registered, but I could barely hear her.
The Crack of the whip hit me again, this time across my thighs. I felt myself doing things, and my toes danced on the box.
Crack~!
She whipped me again, and something in me was cracking as I instinctually tried to escape the crack of her merciless whip.
Crack~!
Crack~!
Crack~!
She whipped me again and again. I was floating, and something in me was cracking more and more as she hit me with her love. My mind was awash, and I barely even knew if I was living at this point as my toes held me up again. My back, ass, thighs, breasts, and stomach were throbbing painfully as she cracked the whip against my skin, and I did not understand the world.
The Memory of that sinful woman. That black-haired beauty as she swung on the rope replayed in my mind repeatedly.
CRACK~!
Pain erupted, and I felt something in me crack for a moment as I danced to the edge of the tiny box, my mouth open for some reason when it broke. That thing inside me broke, and then the world changed.
I had no idea how to describe it.
Who could understand this feeling?!
That woman with long black hair.
The world turned into sparks, white, and pleasure. My body trembled and shuddered, and I could hear a woman screaming, not in pain but in delight, but I had no idea whose voice it was. The world echoed, and sparks and mana erupted around me, sparking more and more, and I loved it. I loved this, and things I never understood made sense, my delight reaching a new stage.
CRACK~!
The white world sparked with yellow, and that woman screamed even more in delight, and her pleasure reached a new level.
Blacks, whites, greys, Yellows, Purples, Greens, Oranges, Blues, reds, and so many other colors mixed together to make the perfect color in my mind. I felt that thing shatter beyond repair, suddenly, to my delight and dismay.
EVERYTHING CAME BACK.
I was no longer in the world of color but in my body, and I felt myself screaming. That woman's screaming voice was my own, and I felt the love of the whip hit me one last time, and those cracks and shards broke again. My body, my head, my breasts, my pussy, my ass, my fingers, my stomach, and my legs broke, and I knew what this was in the corner of my head.
Every part of me orgasmed in a scream that echoed throughout the dungeon with a B-ranked swordswoman intent sent out in all directions, screaming her delight.
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