Cardiotarians: Mileena’s Chronicles

A long beast of an intro, haha. Outline by MediciButForErotica. Written by IshoWritesFetishes.

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Recruitment

Mileena couldn't get to the window fast enough, so she closed her eyes to better hear the names being called for the draft. The people summoned for this levy weren't being sent to war, though. The safety of their territories, the placement of their frontiers, winning or losing land, all of that depended on their Lieges. Mighty Lords and Ladies, whose powers put them above humans. Why be proper, generous leaders, instead of ruling with a tyrannical fist? Well, these Lieges, whose species' name was agreed to be "Cardiotarian", depended on humans for sustenance. Not flesh, nor blood, so just killing humans on a whim was of no use to them. They fed on human emotions. Each Cardiotarian had a specific cocktail of feelings they craved. So they had developed a special system, to ensure they'd have the treats they needed.

"Balog, Eva!"

The woman went back to peeling potatoes, never taking her attention away from what she could hear on the street. Like most people on the lower income bracket, Mileena and her family lived in a shared house. A modest three stories building, shared by three families, or seventeen people. They had a single, large eating room. And if you wanted a seat there at lunch or dinner, if you were above the age of seven, you had to help cook. "If I was drafted," the woman thought, "My family could afford a house just for themselves. Even if I couldn't live with them, that would make me happy." She chuckled and shook her head at the ridiculous idea.

"Varga, Silvester!"

Mileena had a small assortment of facts she believed to be true, but were actually wrong. The first of them being, that all the people called for the draft were characterized by their impressive outward beauty. Truth was, individuals of all shapes and sizes were sought out. Second of them, that she wasn't beautiful. Her brunet hair and brown eyes on her lightly tanned skin might be a common sight, but her face features were harmonious, and her body had the curves and toned muscles of a woman who ate well, and led a laborious life.

"Moyer, Mileena."

She dropped the knife on the floor. Her eyes widened. Her heart raced. Her third misguided thought, was that she'd never get drafted, because she didn't have what it takes. She looked towards the window, to find people from all three families staring back at her. 'Go! Go!' Her grandma yelled at her, urging her to go greet the herald. Mileena rushed to the front door, and ran up to the woman on a horse, who carried with her a metal bell, and a scroll. In comparison to Mileena's simple dress, made of washed out fabric and mended many times, the herald was richly dressed, with an oversized black and red tunic, and red tight pants. The herald nodded at her to acknowledge her presence, and kept on yelling names.

The woman looked around, wondering if this was a fever dream. She had seen the levies from previous years. Aside from the summoning of people, she remembered the women walking and crawling in leashes, and being locked up in cages as a spectacle for the villagers. Something stirred in her chest, and in her nether regions. If that was the part the public was allowed to see, then she could only imagine what went behind the scenes, and she felt her pussy starting to get wet. She pushed those thoughts aside. She told herself she was nervous. She was scared of the challenges to come, and equal parts afraid of passing and failing the tests. When the herald closed her scroll, Mileena checked the other people out. It was clear women outnumbered the men. There was a variety of ages and body types, and they all came from different families, so she couldn't quite tell what the criteria were for picking the candidates. Maybe it was at random?

"Tomorrow," spoke the herald, "a loyal servant of Lord Durante will come fetch the male prospects right before dawn. The female ones can expect me at dawn." She turned the horse towards the Lord's manor. Her guards formed lines behind her. "We're expecting of you to give it your all." She gave the horse a slight squeeze with her heels, and it started trotting back to the cardiotarian's base.

Mileena, like most of the candidates, stayed in place, staring in awe at the manor. The city was composed mostly of two or three-story houses, where the poorest of the people lived. Regarding the families that were well off, ironically their houses had only one story, but they were pretty constructions with gable roofs, built around a pool that gathered rain water. And then there was the gigantic manor, built in stone, in what seemed to be three levels, the third of them being a tower that could be seen from anywhere in the city. The wooden door on the front had several decorative arches, and the building was lined with arcades all over its perimeter. The stone had a yellow tint to it, and the manor where the cardiotarian lived, appeared golden both at dawn and at sunset.

The candidate went back home, straight to the room she shared with her family. Her cohabitants judged she must be in shock, so they left her alone for the moment. A time to herself, with no one around to see or hear, was a rare commodity. But despite her labia pulsating, asking to be touched, Mileena curled up, staring at the floor. She wanted to push down whatever part of her was excited about this. She wasn't. She ignored the fact that she was aroused by the thought of being led by collar. She told herself she was doing this for her family, and that she was a modest, not lewd, woman.

Mileena had been awake since long before the bell came to ring beneath her window. She heard when Lord Durante's servants took away all the men, but the sounds she picked up gave her no info on what kind of trials they would have to go through. She was too nervous to sleep properly. She fell unconscious on short spurts of time, but wasn't well rested. She left, being careful not to make noise. Some members of her family were awake, but pretended they weren't, to give her privacy. No one from her household followed, nor did they spy from the windows. But aside of the candidates, walking towards the group of guards stationed in the middle of the street, Mileena caught glimpses of several people trying to take a peek.

She stood between a sturdy, dark skinned woman, and a white, lanky one. The Herald and her messengers fetched all the drafted people. Then she ordered them to stand in a single line. "Strip naked." She said in a commanding voice. Despite all of them expecting this, some woman still flinched at the demand, not expecting such dominance in her voice. Mileena took off her humble dress and undergarments, wondering if she could take them with her. That dress, her mother sew it for her. A guard poked her with a lance, and gestured to discard the clothing. She threw them aside, trying to hide her disappointment. The guards extended a chain all alongside the line of women, on the ground, to their left.

The herald walked back to her horse. There were several bags hanging from its caparison. She fetched a collar and leash from one of them. Then went up to the first woman in the line, put the collar around her neck, and connected the leash to the longer chain. One by one, she collared the women. Mileena took a deep breath when the herald got to her. She was surprised to find she was taller than the royal servant. She looked so mighty when mounting her horse. Despite the herald being on the petite side, Mileena found herself afraid of moving as the woman's hands were all over her neck. The slight trace of her fingers on her skin made her shiver, and her nipples got erect. By the time the herald moved on to the next woman, Mileena was taking short, shallow breaths. The act of being collared had brought all her walls down, and her body was asking to be touched again.

The herald picked up the beginning of the larger chain, and mounted her horse. "Follow me, to Lord Durante's manor." They walked in a slow pace, dictated by the noise of the animal's hooves on the ceramic tiles. When they approached the outer wall of the manor, the guards opened the main gate, but the herald turned her horse to face the line of prospects. "We're about to enter Lord Durante's grounds. Get on your hands and knees. Show this place the reverence it deserves." The women started getting all on fours. Mileena looked in front of her, and instantly looked down, blushing. Given their situation, it was only normal that if she raised her gaze, she would come face to face with someone's pussy, but it still took her by surprise. She kept on crawling, her eyes glued to the soil, self-conscious about the woman behind her looking at her bare bottom.

Some candidates were already panting, and groaning at the tiled ground filing the skin off their knees. Mileena was alright for the moment. Her knees were going through the same treatment, but she decided an adult shouldn't complain about a few bruises. The herald ordered them to come to a halt, and stand up again. The girl in front of her showed her some solidarity, and they helped each other stand up. Mileena took a hitched breath upon seeing her. Her hair was dark brown, but with a red tint to it, and she sported a body worthy of serving a cardiotarian lord; tall, supple, with curves that held in place even with no clothes supporting them. "The herald is speaking." The beautiful woman whispered to her, taking her out of her trance. She focused back on their guide, who had dismounted her horse, and was now standing next to a cage, one of many, big enough to fit a person without restricting their movement. Looking around, she saw they were in the front garden of the manor. Giant patches of well groomed grass lined with decorative stones. A statue here and there. Symmetry was the main guide for the designer of this garden.

"Into the cage. Now." The herald said. She went in together with the first woman, and undertook the task of letting each prospect go from the larger chain, and chaining them to a bar of a cage, locking up each of them. This way, the women couldn't hide. They were all exposed for the public that was about to come.

The sun went up higher in the sky. The city came to life. No announcements needed. The people knew what went on the day following the drafting. The adults who wanted to see the exhibited women went to visit the garden. There were even some people who weren't interested in the event, but took the opportunity to stroll through the place, as visiting the manor and its gardens was an experience only available when their Lord was visiting, and usually reserved for citizens of upper class. But regarding the ones moved by curiosity or voyeurism, they gathered around the cage. Men and women alike watched them, commenting on the goods. "That one has saggy tits, but her ass makes up for it." "Look at her, she has a beautiful face." "Hey, that one has a dick." A few of them came closer to prod and touch the candidates. Mileena tensed up when an old man reached out to her, but relaxed when he just petted her soft hair. A slap across her face left her in shock. The old peasant laughed at her. He was missing a few teeth. "Hah! You fell for it."

Mileena held a hand to her cheek, turning away to hide her embarrassment. She had been outwitted by an old, ugly man. That was bad enough by itself, but he wondered if Lord Durante was watching from the shadows. If so, the cardiotarian had been a witness to her sheer stupidity. She imagined those yellow eyes, judging her for being so naive. The weight of his supposed judgement made her body hot with shame. And knowing that Lord Durante probably had many other women, more beautiful and entertaining than her that he'd prefer to watch, made her thirsty for approval, despite not wanting to admit it.

She came out of her musings, to cross eyes with an ex of hers. When the man recognized her, he made his way up to her cage. Mileena looked everywhere but at him. She had always felt proud about being hard to get. She only had three boyfriends in her entire life, and only two of them had access to her whole body. But now, all three of his exes, plus past employers, old geezers from the town, and all kinds of men and women, could see her naked. She squeezed her legs together, to hide her genitals, but that only pressed her flesh against her clit. She squirmed, realizing her body was hyper sensitive to touch.

She leaned against the cage, observing her fellow candidates. A woman had peed herself, and was crying while a crowd laughed at her. Her eyes widened in realization. Her body wasn't reacting in strange ways to the mortification. She was getting aroused because of the shame. And that was, probably, what the cardiotarian was looking for. That woman who was crying in genuine suffering, was most likely going to fail this first trial. She held her tits in her hands, to cover her nipples, and stood up with defiance all over her facial features. She would endure the comments and prodding, and accept that her mind was more perverted than she had anticipated.

Her determination to pass this test through sheer endurance didn't work out exactly as planned. By the end of the exhibition, she was curled up in a corner of the cage. Each centimeter of her body had been seen by hundreds of citizens. She had been fondled, caressed, called mean names, and praised. She went from her proud stance to curling up in a ball with the passing hours. Her mind pulled in different directions, in the dichotomy of wanting to disappear, and enjoying having so much attention focused on her for once. Her pussy was dripping wet, forming a small puddle beneath her butt cheeks. Her hands twitched, as she refrained from touching herself, both wanting and terrified of masturbating, and attracting even more attention.

She raised her head when she heard the heavy doors being pushed open. Looking behind her, a servant was inviting the villagers to go inside the manor. Mileena lost her balance and clawed at her cage's bars when she was suddenly lifted. Her eyes widened at the two amazonian women who had appeared next to her. They wore barely anything; just gold nipple covers, and golden chains around their hips, with loincloths hanging from the front. Scanning her surroundings, she saw many of the other prospects were being carried too. They were brought through the manor's main entrance into its biggest room. Most of the year unoccupied by its Lord, the townsfolk used it for religious purposes. But now the altar had been disassembled, a long dining table taking its place, and on the other side of it, a palanquin set on a size appropriate pedestal, and at its sides were several ornamented chairs, occupied by the members of Lord Durante's retinue. Butterflies fluttered in Mileena's stomach, as she realized who was inside that palanquin.

The citizens sat on the pews, far away from the long buffet table, and this one was decorated with an intricate fabric ending in hand knit lace, but there were no plates, no cutlery, or anything on it. Milena held onto the bars of her cage, as she saw the first woman being freed from hers, only to be instructed to climb onto the table. One by one, the candidates settled on the table. The public could only see their backs, but that, and all the acts and noises that were to come, were enough for them. Mileena got out of her cage and onto the table. To her horror, she was directly in front of the palanquin. She couldn't even make out the Lord's silhouette through the fabrics. But as she settled, spreading her legs towards the retinue, she felt exposed and observed.

The herald stepped into view, turning both towards the retinue and the public as she spoke, but addressing the exhibited women. "Female candidates to Lord Durante's army of pleasure. If you're here, that means you're aroused. You had your modesty ripped away from you, and you felt embarrassed about it, but secretly liked it." The tone the herald used, and the way she looked at them, made Mileena wonder if this was part of the trial, or if that woman really thought lowly of them. Either way, it filled her with shame and anticipation in equal amounts.

"Some of you have sneaked a touch or two. The others didn't dare touch yourselves in public. Well..." The herald swirled on her heel, theatrically waving her arm at the retinue. "Now, giving a spectacle is in order. Touch yourselves! Let our distinguished guests see you at your most intimate, primal state! Revel in those mixed feelings being humiliated filled you with; surrender your pussies and hearts to Lord Durante!"

A few of the women started touching themselves as soon as they were given permission. Mileena's breathing was heavy, but she hesitated. Of course, she played with herself regularly, like most adults did. But it had always been a private affair. Two fingers slid over her outer lips. She was soaking wet. She pushed her fingers in, to coat them in her juices, and traced circles over her clit. Her legs trembled, as pleasure shot up inside her. She had this feeling in the back of her mind, of having been caught masturbating. It was mortifying. But she had no chances of escaping, and that only made it so much hotter.

If she had a man on top of her, she'd like to have him playing with her breasts, so she grabbed her left tit, massaging it as she kept touching her clit. She moaned and bit her lip. She was low-key scared of the sensations she was experimenting, because she was about to pee herself, and she had been humiliated enough. She didn't need to add peeing in front of the Lord cardiotarian to feel like she wanted the earth to swallow her. They had to give a spectacle though, so she kept going. She begged in her mind to not pee, but as her pleasure heightened, so did her need to go to the bathroom. 'Please don't pee. Please don't pee. Please don't pee!' she thought over and over, as she drove herself over the edge. She came with a loud moan, squirting a transparent liquid that made a mess on the table and floor, a few beads of it dropping on the curtains of the palanquin.

She collapsed on the table. Many of the candidates had several orgasms under their sleeve. But whenever Mileena tried to keep touching herself, she was so sensitive, she felt a painful pang that sent chills all over her body. She rested on the table, breathing heavily, thankful that the herald wasn't forcing her to masturbate again. Eventually the show came to a conclusion. None of the women were able to go on. The retinue cheered at the candidate who had lasted longer, but Lord Durante gave no signals of having a preference over any of them, the palanquin remaining with its curtains closed during this part of the trial.

The women were taken to the cells where they would be sleeping. 'Cells' was just a way to call them, because they were an arcade that gave way to small, square rooms that looked all the same, and consisted only of a bed, and a jug of water. They weren't behind bars, and while they were being watched by guards, they had permission to use the manor's public bathroom whenever they wanted.

Mileena lied down, tired as if she had been on reaping duty for three days without rest. She didn't know if that was because of the trials themselves, or if Lord Durante had been feeding on them while they masturbated. Whatever the case, she went to sleep with a relaxed smile. She was relieved that she had made it into the next trial.

The following day, Mileena woke up to a servant's gentle voice. She stretched her arms and yawned, then looked at the woman; she was a kind looking individual, around her forties, wearing a gray nun uniform with a neckline that showed off the fact that her breasts were still tight and in place. She yawned again, before saying, "Thanks, I thought we were going to get woken up with a bucket of cold water."