Nessa arrived at the General Malachar's estate midday. She had just eaten a nutritious cum pie and is now ready to please again.
As she walked up the stone steps, bare feet slapping the tiles and enchanted collar tapered smoothly around the contour of her neck, Nessa was enthralled by the chirping of fluttering jays and the warm sunshine against her tanned, naked body.
The house itself was majestic, befitting of a general as esteemed as Malachar. Marble and Slate pillars adorned the acropolis, while golden dragons danced in a wreath of conjured fire. It was a fitting image for the warrior-king of Dominia.
Nessa reached the front doors, adorned in silvered scales and topped with platinum wings. They seemed to flutter as she approached, and a stone statue rose in front of her.
It was formless, but as she neared, the stone seemed to shapeshift, interestingly into the shape of a dildo.
A test, she realized. The good general's warlocks must have cast a spell capable of reading her very being. Ever since she returned from the Cosmic Rainbow, she seemed to exude a faint aura of submissiveness that gave even the lowliest creatures an inexplicable confidence over her.
She recalled, one day, walking down Folk's Road on night shift, and spying a wandering mouse. Mistakenly assuming that it wasn't a threat, Nessa had continued walking, but sensing her aura of fragility and weak physique, the animal had instead ended up chasing her straight into a group of rowdy soldiers.
What ensued made that night a night to remember. She recalled this with a smile, and was ready to prove herself worthy of Malachar once again.
She knew what it meant, of course, this statue. All slave-girls knew the sigil of the great general. She immediately positioned herself over the member, and dropped, letting it enter her vagina with a slight moan. Rotating herself over, it, she gave two quick thrusts, and a third long, deeper descent, letting the penis do its good work. Lifting herself back up again, she sensed a deep rumble beneath the earth, and the stone statue sunk back into the earth once more, followed swiftly by the grating of heavy silver doors sliding deliberately open. It paused just enough to allow her slender form through, and closed quickly behind as she bounded in gracefully.
She was in the grand entrance hall. A gleaming chandelier spun silently above her, as majestic silver deer and prancing lions chased each other across the room, captured eternally in marble. A butler approached.
She gasped. It was unlike any butler she had ever seen in her old home of Aeterna. This man was taller than a full-height silvermane bear, and wider in breadth than a gorilla. He was clothed only in a short loincloth, and had eyes of burning embers. When he spoke, it shook her body to the bone.
"Slave, you will follow me to your master. But first." He bent down, his shoulders settling just above her upright body, and took out a chain, the end of which consisted of a series of three rods.
He moved behind her and inserted one rod in her ass. It was already lubricated, as it was law that each slave have a perpetually clean digestive tract (that they didn't need to use anyway, having already passed through the Rainbow of Lust) and consistently lubed assholes and clits. Failure to comply would result in a night of marathon running to improve their "health."
She hoped to experience such a thing one day anyway.
The butler then approached her vagina, and, like he'd done this a thousand times before, casually inserted another rod. Now, standing again, he beckoned for Nessa to open her mouth, and lodged the third dildo deep into the recesses of her throat. Her mouth closed around it. It didn't even occur to her to spit it out -- as far as she was concerned, the state owned her body completely.
The man pulled the elaborate leash, and all three strands simultaneously jerked the girl towards the smaller, wooden doors of the slave quarters, where he said, "Malachar is waiting."
And indeed he was, encased in indomitable black steel and projecting a presence of intoxicating confidence and control. One look at his butler, and the large man bowed reverently, dropping to one knee. "My lord. I have brought this slave to see you today."
Malachar waved his hand. "Leave me; give me some time alone with this one."
Bowing again, the butler left, closing the thick birch doors behind him with a light thud. Slave Nessa could hear his footsteps fading away in the distance.
