Bindings of Pleasure

Chapter 10: New life

Vallerie slowly opened her eyes. Her memory was foggy, but, but bit by bit, she started to remember what happened.

After she surrendered, her and her companions were chained and escorted away. They had been taken away to jail. But the lord had escorted her through his mansion to a cell located in the basement. Once they got there the lord had started to talk to her.

"This cell will be your room for now. As for your underlings..." he stated first.

"They are not underlings! They are my companions!" she interrupted him no longer capable of bearing him insulting her companions.

"Fine, companions, they will enjoy my gaol for the time being. They will be treated well as long as you don't cause trouble."

"Okay," she replied meekly.

"And last. You're not a knight of the Blue order, right?"

"No, I'm not anymore. After, Emily was captured I joined them since I already knew how to fight. I thought they would help me find her because she was clearly captured by slavers. But after two years when I tried to go find Emily the higher ups forbid it. Therefore, I quit, leaving all my equipment behind," she admitted.

"And you thought it was a good idea to replace them with mundane piece of metal?"

"I knew as long as I kept to Viclardie nobody would suspect the armour to be fake, so I had a replica made but I had no gold left to have it enchanted same with my sword. I had hoped the coat of arm would be enough to keep trouble at bay."

"Yet, knowing your equipment wasn't magical, you agreed to this duel?"

"I've heard the noble living in the South were wet blankets, only good at speaking honeyed words."

"You've already said that. How long have you've been in the Southern regions? Not long I surmise" inquired Corantin.

"A few weeks, we spent most of our time in the Central plains. Your town was one of the first one we visited."

This was strange as the Auberron lands were removed and lacked any major city. Nonetheless, Corantin chose to dispel her misconception first.

"In theses few weeks didn't you notice that the Southern regions are safer than the Central plains?"

"Isn't it because the Central plains are more populated that they have more pests?"

"No, it's because most nobles in the South are militarily minded. So, they have more soldiers to catch criminals when they don't hunt them down themselves. Now, you said you came here first why is that? This town isn't exactly near a big city nor close to the central plains."

"It's because of a merchant we encountered by chance. He mentioned a woman who look like me living here so we came to see for ourselves," Vallerie answered, judging there was no point lying.

"Okay, last question. Is your collar comfortable?"

"Does it look comfortable to you?" she replied defiantly to the question, feeling insulted.

Contrary to Emily's leather and velvet choker, Corantin had clasped a heavy metal choker designed to restrain prisoners around her neck.

"If you don't like it, you better behave. If you are a good girl, just like your quarters, your wardrobe might improve."

All she could remember after the interrogation was that he had left, and Emily had brought her food and water. She ate and fell asleep.

***

Coming back to her sense, she observed her surroundings. She was in a different cell than the one she was first put in. She was currently bound to a wooden device keeping her upright in the middle of the room. Her feet were unable to touch the ground, but wooden steps ensured her arms would not be torn by her weight. The room was filled with torture devices, but what made her lose her cool was figuring out she was currently naked.

"Why am I naked? Where are my clothes?" she exploded.

A few moments later, two figures entered the room. First a male figure obviously the lord of this place, Corantin, a few steps behind hum was her sister clad in a black leather suit leaving covering nothing of what should be covered.

"Do you have a fetish for women exposing their bodies? First, you take all my clothes and armour! Now you parade my sister with her breast and crotch uncovered!" she said furiously.

"Uh-huh sister, I'm just wearing the appropriate attire for a slave during training. I'm always the one who chose my garments," replied not the man the question was directed at but his attendant.

"You and your sister have amazing bodies you shouldn't be ashamed to display them," the lord added to his maid reassurances, "Now let's begin."

"Begin what?" wondered the knightess, now worried,

"Your training of course. Were you not listening to your sister?" asked the young lord seemingly confused.

"Or did you perhaps think I would be the one trained?" piled on her sister that had silently moved close enough to speak directly in her ears.

Unbeknownst to Vallerie the training had already started even before she woke up. While they had other purposes in restraining her naked, Corantin assumed it would help plying Vallerie's mind. So far, she had shown disgust, inflexibility, and a hint of defiance. While he loved that fiery temper, he did not want a disobedient slave. He would tame her like a wild horse ensuring she would be submissive with him but vindictive to his enemies. Therefore, he would first imprint unease into her mind.

Vallerie tried to gather mana around her arms and to overpower her restrains but runes started to glow around her, absorbing the magic before it could empower her arms.

"Tsk, tsk, already trying to escape?" reproached Corantin as he circled around the bounded Vallerie.

Stopping in front of her, he looked into her eyes. Taking a monotone voice he asked, "Emily, what punishment should a bad girl receive?"

"Master of course it should be that," the maid replied with the same monotone voice.

Once the ominous voice went silent, darkness took over her vision as something was put over Vallerie's eyes.

After the pair left her alone Vallerie started been bombarded by eerie sounds: the torture devices that surrounded her, sounds of the door opening yet nothing happening, and plenty of other noises she could not identify. After what felt like an eternity, Vallerie's eyes were, at last, uncovered.

"So, did you learn to behave? If you did start referring to me with 'master'," asked Corantin in an authoritative tone before the woman could speak.

"Yes, master," responded the woman obediently.

It was clear, that the confinement had been effective in weakening Vallerie's resolve. She had been ready to endure all kinds of physical pain, but psychological torture had never been envisioned by her.

"Good, sister, you've already learned to respect master. But you'll need to be more enthusiastic!" said Emily.

Vallerie looked at her sister now standing beside the man. She was still wearing that black leather suit as last time. She noticed translucent and whitish fluids were dripping from her sacred place. From her nipples there was also cloudy white liquid dripping down her breast.

She was not aware but before they freed her from the magic torturing her mind. The pair was hard at work generating lewd mana for Corantin.

As Emily was now standing still, she spotted the many tattoos on her body as well as the piercings attached to her genitals. She wanted to shout in rage but remembering the ordeal she just endured. She asked in a milder way.

"Sister, what are those tattoos all over your body? And these piercings don't they hurt?"

"Ah! Isn't it obvious? They mark me as master sex slave. And the piercings don't hurt at all. Actually, they make me feel incredibly good," answered Emily, surprise at having to state something so evident.

"Enough chatting let's start!" said Corantin.

He waved one hand and the device Vallerie was bound started to incline until it reached ninety degrees. When it finally stopped to move, the planks holding her feet entered motion forcing her to spread her legs. Spreading them until her legs were almost forced in a strait line. She felt discomfort both from her bones and muscles getting forced into an unfamiliar position and from her sacred place now being in full display for the pair.

Once Vallerie was in position to begin, Corantin brought his hands toward the defenceless pussy in front of him. Emily joined him and both began to thoroughly tease Vallerie's pussy ensuring she would be wet enough for what awaited her. Minutes passed quickly for the pair tormenting the girl, until Corantin felt she was wet enough. He gently pushed Emily away and stretched the slit looking to confirm something he suspected. Sending a small, harmless, ball of light inside, he peeked into the hole finding what he expected at this point. A thin membrane, proof of Vallerie's purity.

"Oh! You're a virgin!" he said pleasantly surprised.

"Of course, I am...master" she responded, including the expected politeness at the last second.

"Considering Emily was not when I meet her, I expected you to not be virgin either,"

"Go ahead take it," said Vallerie, "I mean...go ahead take it, master."

"Don't worry I'll be gentle," responded Corantin to the declaration.

"Thanks, I guess, m-m-master."

Although she was not ecstatic to giving her maidenhood to this man. She thought there could be worse ways for her first time to go and she had nothing to opposed as she agreed to be his sex slave in the contract she signed before losing.

His curiosity satisfied, Corantin released the innocent folds. Corantin stood up and let his cock out directed at the pure pussy. In spite of having just creampied Emily a few minutes ago, it was fully ready for another round. He rubbed his shaft against the wet hole a few times letting her love juice coat his cock to facilitate insertion before calmly enter Vallerie's pussy. Vallerie gritted her teeth when she felt the large cock enter her slowly. Once he felt his cock hit the woman's hymen, Corantin stopped.

"Inhale deeply the next part, is the painful one," commanded Corantin to his new partner.

Hearing Vallerie comply, Corantin resumed he forward movement tearing the membrane in one motion. Once he finally reached the depths of her cave. He started to pump her pussy slowly seeking to make her first sex as enjoyable as possible to make sure she would not end up in the same situation as her sister. Once moans commenced to escaped Vallerie's lips, Corantin did not hesitate and poured lewd mana into her. Contrary to when he branded Emily, it barely took any time before pink threads of mana appeared on Vallerie's belly. Before long the young lord succeeded, and the cell was flooded by the characteristic pink light.

Exhausted Vallerie passed out. Corantin and Emily unbound her. She was carried to her cell and shackled to the wall with special anti-magic restraints. Her new life as a sex slave had just begun.