*This is part five of an ongoing story, perceived from the point of view of Ren. This story follows three adventurers who become swept up in a devious ex-slavers plot.
*Beware, this story is a lesbian D/s, set in a fantasy world. This entry is particularly heavy on BDSM, and some nonconsenting/reluctance.
*A very big thank you to Jordan Church for editing and helping me out.
Mercy part 5
If I were to describe the perfect adventurer, I think I'd describe Brinn. We only met her today, and the impression that she made, at least with me, was bigger than life. She was the kind of adventurer I'd always hoped to become.
Not only was Brinn tall and tanned, but she had such beautiful light brown hair, kept in a prim ponytail that rested on her shoulder. When we met her, I first noticed how professional she looked in her armor. She looked like the poster of an adventurer and acted like a role model to be looked up to.
Now Brinn was waist-deep in hot water with the rest of us, figuratively and literally.
We were in Charity's little square bathhouse. Brinn now kneeled in the waist-high water, a washcloth in hand and a bottle of pink ointment and a bottle of red cream by her. She had been instructed to wash herself with these items. I don't know if she knew the dangers of those bottles yet. I wanted to warn her... but my mouth was occupied with Mercy's fingers.
I'd thought of Mercy as the perfect adventuring role model only a few days ago. She is so powerful and confident. We thought ourselves lucky when she joined us for those missions so many days ago., She had proven herself so capable, and brave.
I don't think any of us had expected her to be so abusive and perverted.
It hadn't taken her long to convince us to move to this massive city, Gran Stoby. We were promised the potential to elevate ourselves. We took up residence in her friend's house of work. Sex slave training kind of work I might add.
After a single day, Mercy and her friend Charity had Alice, Kelsey, and me securely under their thumbs. They'd had all of us tattooed with Mercy's symbol, a menacing letter M wrapped in barbed wire. I had also been given a 'Reward' tattoo; it was a candy heart that read 'Spank Slut'. Alice and I now had slave nipple rings attached to our left nipples.
Even with all that. I think Kelsey may have gotten the worst of it. She had lost a wager and now had a butt plug and cat ears decorating her. All of this wouldn't, shouldn't be so bad, except that all these items, the ears, the tail, the nipple rings, all had slave enchantments on them and could not be removed once they were on.
As Brinn washed, I was currently being washed by Mercy. She has me sit on her lap, my arms folded and bound behind my back and my smooth legs spread. We both sat facing Brinn, Mercy's left hand ran the washcloth over my body, taking her time and moving thoroughly.
"That's right my little Pixie. I need you to wash my fingers. Lick them and suck on them. I want them to be nice and clean." Mercy cooed in my ear while she pushed three large fingers into my mouth. I lapped at them hungrily, my mind a foggy mess, my horniness in overdrive.
There was a smell to Mercy, a smell that drove me wild with lust. It had been gradual, a smell of lilacs. At first, I'd found it pleasant, and that pleasant smell only seemed to grow the more I was around her. Now, just smelling her was driving me wild with heat.
"Alice dear, you need to hold still for mommy." I heard Charity say. Like me and Mercy, Alice was being washed by Mercy's friend Charity. Alice sat spread on Charity's lap with her hands bound like mine. Though unlike me, Alice was squirming, gyrating on Charity, while the dark-skinned lady washed her.
Charity had one hand atop Alice's head, a tight grip on her long blond hair. Her other hand looked to focus all its attention on Alice's large chest. Charity cruelly pinched and pulled at Alice's nipples, she would then squeeze and knead the large orbs. Alice would squirm, and moan, but she tried to sit still.
"I'm never going to finish cleaning you dirty girl if you keep squirming," Charity said with a big smile before she once again tugged on Alice's ringed nipple, pulling a gasping cry of lust from my friend.
"You keep staring Brinn. Are you sure you don't want a turn on my lap?" Mercy said with a laugh to Brinn, snapping her from her daydream.
"How many more games are you two going to play before you let me see Hana?" Brinn snapped back with a glower directed at Mercy and Charity.
I felt Mercy's fingers push deeper into my mouth, causing me to gag. Her left hand grabbed and pulled on my nipple ring, causing a jolt of excitement to run through my core. I garbled out a slight cry of pain and excitement. My hips began bucking uncontrollably on Mercy's lap. I wanted so bad for Mercy to fuck me. I needed to cum so badly, it hurt.
My reaction seemed to halt Brinn's anger. She looked at me in confusion, unsure if my cries were of pain or pleasure. I didn't know either.
"Mmmm," Mercy purred into my ear. "Tonight, I'm going to break Brinn in. I'm going to turn her into a mewling little slave. I'm going to have you watch as I make another little spank slut. I think you'll love seeing some real training... Maybe I'll train you right after. Would you like that my little slave girl?"
Mercy's words were like lightning down my spine. I knew she was saying these things to get a reaction from me. I knew I needed to resist it all if I ever hoped to escape this predicament, but my mind and body were bound in lustful need. This was also the first time she'd referred to me as a slave. Was I, her slave? I could only squirm and mewl on her lap.
Mercy seemed to pay little to no attention to Brinn's words. She continued to toy with me. Pushing her fingers in my mouth, then retracting them. She formed her fingers into hooks and pulled on the side of my mouth. My head was fish-hooked and directed from looking at Brinn to now looking over to Charity and Alice.
"Tsk, Tsk. I've already told you, girl. I will not allow such filthy girls into my workspace. You must be washed and cleaned before I'll let you enter into my place of business." Charity admonished.
Alice gasped loudly, then trembled on Charity's lap. I could see her biting her lip, trying to hold back her lewd sounds. Her body shook with the effort, and that only seemed to spur Charity on more. I watched as her hand delved deep in between Alice's legs.
I could see Brinn in my peripheral view. She was scowling but continued to wash herself.
She lathered herself up with more of the pink ointment, the very same ointment that we'd all used the other day. That pink ointment was used to permanently remove the body hair of slave girls. None of us had known that at the time and I suspected Brinn didn't know that either.
Next, Brinn began rubbing in the red body wash. The one that had such an incredible aroma. Alice, Kelsey, and I had been obsessed with that red body wash when Mercy had first given it to us. We didn't know how dangerous it was until Mindy had secretly whispered to me that it was an aphrodisiac with addictive qualities. Yet another trick from Mercy.
