The carriage pulled up in the vast courtyard of a mansion deep in the countryside. Ivy did not recognize the scenery but took note of the two elves' clothes and the villa's architecture. They were probably still in the Kingdom of Lyra, she judged, named after the Goddess of Mercy.
For the first time, Ivy had been allowed outside the dungeon Master had held her in after kidnapping her. She had no idea how far he had taken her from Aman, the city where she had been working as a mage for hire, but if Ivy could find some familiar landmarks, she might be able to alert some friends to save her from this hell.
The mage whispered a small prayer to the goddess while trying her best to move gracefully on all fours. Dismounting the carriage was especially difficult since she had to abide by the three limb rule Isabella -- she refused to use the name Master gave her - had taught her.
As soon as they had stopped, a zealous attendant had attached a wooden plank to the side of the carriage. Surprisingly, her crawling lessons had paid off, and Ivy managed to keep her back perfectly arched even though her hands and knees scraped against the rough wood. She could feel splinters buried inside her skin, which made crossing the gravelly courtyard even more uncomfortable.
To add insult to injury, the tail Master had given her had not stopped wagging for even a second. Master's outburst earlier, and the searing, mind-numbing pain that accompanied it, had been nothing short than traumatizing. The only good thing was that her mounting climax had subsided to the level of actually allowing her to forget about the damned instrument for a few minutes.
Frustratingly, after the adrenalin rush had subsided, the constant wiggling resumed. The movement, paired with the still foreign sensation of having something up her ass, had eventually brought her back to controlling her breathing to avoid cumming accidentally.
If not for the damned aphrodisiac, she would probably be able to ignore the constant stimulation. Now though, she barely had the presence of mind to keep walking like a good puppy, let alone entertain thoughts of escape.
"Hurry up bitch. I don't have all day."
Master addressed her for the first time since she had angered him. Gone was his doting attitude, replaced by a cold and uncaring air that did not bode well. She had fucked up royally, she knew. Her Mistress had stressed how much Master hated being interrupted, especially by his lessers. Ivy was dreading the punishment she would face upon returning to her.
First, though, she had to get through today.
Lana and Iris walked meekly behind Master, as she struggled to keep up at his side. He was holding her leash now, and she found herself mentally thanking Isabella for all the crawling lessons. The thought of being grateful for mental and physical abuse concerned her, despite her survival instincts screaming at her to act like an obedient, loving fuckpet if she wanted to leave this place alive.
Her efforts paid off, and Master looked somewhat mollified when they reached the end of the long, richly decorated corridor. The marble floor was hard but cold to the touch, something she did her best to concentrate on to avoid giving in to the growing need she was experiencing.
The physical exertion had left her panting, her ballgag ensuring she left a small trail of drool behind her. Her degrading appearance, and the fact that the numerous servants, who bowed deeply to her Master, were eying her, only added to her arousal. Not because she enjoyed being in such a humiliating position, quite the opposite in fact, but it did make her even more self-conscious and aware of her situation.
She couldn't stop imagining what it would feel like to violently orgasm in front of so many people. What if she squirted? It had happened to her once, during a particularly steamy night with a handsome ranger. She had been embarrassed at first, but he had loved it, so she hadn't worried about it too much.
What would the servants think if they had to clean up a pool of her juices? Why did she even care? Was she secretly an exhibitionist, or were the aphrodisiac and constant edging tainting every one of her thoughts?
Ivy was still thinking about this when a set of heavy mahogany doors opened with a bang, revealing the sleaziest half-elf she had ever seen.
"Dyne, you made it! I'm glad you could find the time."
The master of the house greeted Master warmly, clasping hands while flashing him a mischievous grin. With long, black hair and elongated features, he straddled the line between a rich human merchant and a spoilt elven aristocrat perfectly, without falling squarely in either category.
For some reason, he looked slightly repulsive to Ivy. Not that her opinion had any importance whatsoever, she thought ruefully to herself.
"Jade, it's good to see you. Is Diana here as well?"
The friendliness in Master's voice caught her by surprise. His attitude reminded her that he had acted the same with her before spiking her drink.
He had sounded genuinely interested in Ivy and had made her feel right at home when she had met him. The intention had been to discuss the job request he had posted on the Adventurer's Guild bulletin board, something that turned out to be just an excuse to meet her alone.
"Diana arrived a couple of hours ago and is waiting for us in the East Wing. The lounge there is the most comfortable one, and she has that beast to keep her company."
"Oh, didn't you get her some of your boys? You were pretty proud of them last time."
"Nah, she's obsessed with that dumb boy. I can't fault her though, he is impressive, both in looks and behavior."
"She's always been a good trainer. I'm thinking of leaving Ivy with her for a couple of weeks once this whole mess blows over."
Only then did the half-elf give any thought to her presence. Ivy's legs were trembling while her tail was wagging furiously. The humiliating scenarios her imagination was conjuring had her locked in a vicious circle, spiraling dangerously towards the orgasm she had to avoid at all costs.
"She's no Lily that's for sure. Her control is shit and no restraints, so you didn't buy her. Did you snatch another fucking noble?"
"She's just a mage, don't worry. Her friends are kicking up a bit of a fuss, but Keith is helping me out."
Her friends were looking for her! It was the best news she had heard in a while, but Master did not look concerned. Her enthusiasm quickly waned when she realized he had been able to kidnap Isabella fucking Seawrath and had managed to get away with it.
"I see. Well, I guess it's fine then, let's go. You know how Diana gets when she's bored."
The two of them started walking again, a whole entourage following them. Ivy was pushing herself to the limit to keep up with their brisk pace, leading the way for the two dark-skinned elves and five beautiful and scantily clad wood elves.
Three males and two females, the elves were all blonde and pale-skinned. They walked with perfect grace, in heavy contrast with Ivy's clumsy crawling and loud panting.
She could feel their eyes on her tail, now swaying seductively with every movement of her hips, and wanted to die of shame. Everybody probably thought of her as a degenerate, and she couldn't blame them. Ivy would have thought the same in their place, and she hated herself for how wet her pussy felt, despite the absurd situation.
After a short walk that felt like an eternity to Ivy, the group arrived at a luxurious lounge. There, a peculiar scene greeted them.
Half-lying on an expensive couch, a female tiefling with white hair and red skin was moaning loudly. The biggest, most muscular man she had ever seen had his head buried deep between her long muscular legs, unbothered by the group's arrival.
Something about the tiefling's voice was enthralling, and increasingly dirty fantasies flooded Ivy's imagination. Her mind wandered back to the numerous times Master had fucked her in her dreams, and she wished he would stick his big, hard cock into her, taking her in front of everyone. That way, everybody could see what a good, little fuckpet she was.
Her lustful fever dreams were cut short by Master's hand delicately petting her. A wave of ice-cold clarity filled Ivy, emanating from the Soul Brand Master had placed on her.
"Diana's patron is a Demon of Lust, so her voice has some interesting qualities. There is no way you could resist if I didn't shield you, so stay close to me".
With great relief, she noted that Master had gone back to his gentle and affectionate persona. After shouldering a single second of his rage, she was hellbent on never giving him another reason to get mad at her. She could still feel the echoes of the rending pain that he had inflicted directly onto her soul, and any other type of pain she had ever felt didn't even come close.
Soul pain was so absolute there was no way one could get used to it. If she had to describe it, the closest thing she could think of was being thrust directly into a raging fire. Despite lasting only one second, it had left her, and the two dark elves, utterly terrified.
For this reason, Ivy wanted to avoid any more mistakes. She obediently followed her Master, lying down at his feet when he sat on a finely decorated recliner. Damn, she would kill to sit in a proper chair like a person.
Lana and Iris, also shielded by Master's influence, moved without hesitation towards a table at the back of the room. Beautiful gold inlaid trays held perfectly cut slices of fruit and expensive bottles of wine. After picking food and drink, the two elves immediately returned to Master's chair, sitting to either side of him on the recliner's arms.
Ivy watched the two girls serving her Master with rapt fascination. They moved in unison, feeding him fruit and drink, going as far as holding the cup directly to his mouth. On his part Master, who was now in a much better mood than before, was taking advantage of his free hands by fondling their supple bodies, making them giggle musically.
As soon as he had downed the contents of his cup, the two elves fell to their knees, shooing Ivy to the side while unbuttoning Master's trousers excitedly. Ivy couldn't help but feel irritated at their quick dismissal of her before realizing it didn't make any sense.
It was true that not making Master angry was of paramount importance, but it didn't mean she should feel jealous if someone else was doing her job in her stead. Surely, the stinging feeling in her chest was because everybody kept treating her like she was less than human, wasn't it?
As a distraction, she scanned the room taking note of all the people present. There were twelve in the room at the moment, divided into clearly defined groups.
