"Why are we doing this?" Jaina asked as Roric spread a blanket over the grass.
"It's a picnic," Roric replied and gestured to the basket. "I bought all kinds of stuff from the baker."
We're having a picnic?" Jaina asked and looked around the rolling hills of green.
"Why are you so surprised?" Roric laughed. "Are you not worthy of being rewarded?"
"I am being rewarded, am I?" she said as he held out his hand to guide her to the blanket. "Does this mean you're not going to fuck me senseless?"
"I was going to do that after you had a piece of pie or maybe some cake," he said with a big smile.
"Hmm," Jaina replied and leaned into him. "I can't believe we are here."
"I can't believe we went through with our plan," Roric said. "You are doing so good at this."
"You make it easy to do," Jaina replied as she relished his warm fur. "I love obeying you."
"And I love watching you obey," he said, putting his arm around her. "Is there anything I could do better?"
Jaina shook her head honestly, unable to think of anything he could do. She came in here to be his slave, and he'd stripped her naked to dance and fuck for profit. She couldn't imagine what more he could possibly ask her to do.
"Just so we are clear," Roric began. "If you ever change your mind about anything I...."
She sat up and put a finger to his lips to silence him before he said something he would regret.
"No," she said firmly. "I need you to own me. Now look me in the eyes and tell me we will never have this conversation again. I am your slave, and I want you to embrace that. If you give me outs or allow me to change my mind, I won't feel like a slave. If you want to make me happy, take all my choices away."
"I understand," Roric said, pulling her back into his arms. "Then let me promise you this. You are my property, and I will use you as I see fit."
"Good," Jaina replied with a smile.
"Well then," Roric said as he looked down at his precious slave. "I think I would like to grind some experience."
Jaina laughed at how he put it and nodded as she crawled to her hands and knees. She stood on her knees and dutifully put her hands behind her back. He secured the slave cuffs with a lock, then leaned her over as he got into place. Jaina then felt the firm cock of her master sliding into her eager pussy. He buried himself as deep as he could, waiting for the knot to lock him in place. Then he earned his experience by fucking his slave as a master should.
[Lvl 5 conqueror skill: Boone of the flesh] Increases master's strength and health pool by having sex with a slave. Effect stacks for each slave used. Duration: 1 hour.
Jaina saw a red glow as Roric activated some of his master's abilities. Ever since level five, he started to gain special powers that could only be used in conjunction with his slaves. Some of them were passive and always running so long as she was nearby. Others, like Boone of flesh, had to be activated and required him to fuck her. She liked the idea of a combat buff that was only gained when her master fucked her.
She moaned with joy as the orgasms began, soon to be followed by many more. Roric would get the most out of her body, earning experience every time he finished. He would activate all his buffs in the process, then leave her to sit on the grass and rest while he went out to hunt. He was usually back in a couple of hours with a collection of trophies and trinkets taken from his kills. They would have sex again and then head to town to turn in quests and get ready for the night.
Today was no exception, as he took her over and over, earning experience with every lusting conquest. Jaina, too, gained experience fast, as two of her classes benefited from sex. Already she was level nine when Roric was only seven and struggling to keep up. He was hoping to reach eight in this hunt and unlock a new master power. It was called a masters right, allowing him to steal a power from his slave whenever they had sex. It only allowed him to have one power at a time, but points could be spent to boost it so he could take more. With such a power, he could steal Jaina's shapeshifting ability or any of her other skills to use how he wanted. It was a fascinating idea that she would literally become a walking list of skills for him to take when needed.
"I love you!" she screamed as she had another glorious orgasm. She tugged at her bound wrists, relishing the knowledge that she was helpless as Roric satisfied his lusts. Five orgasms later, Roric finished his first round, pausing to eat a tart from the basket.
Jaina remained on her knees, his knot still buried inside. Thanks to stamina buffs and a skill called second wind, Roric could go again with only a few minutes pause. The second round began, and Jaina resumed her chorus of joyful cries. This was what she lived for, on her knees being used by her master. The orgasms she was so addicted to began to come fast, each stacking on the other in intensity. By the time Roric finished a second time, she was a panting wreck with her head on the ground as she heaved for breath. Round three began a few minutes later, followed ten minutes later by four and five. Eight long and powerful fuckings later, Jaina was finally laid aside gently to rest.
"Be safe, my love," she said and stroked his canine face.
"Shh, just rest for a little bit," he urged. "When I get back, I have a surprise for you."
"I like surprises," Jaina whispered as she closed her eyes and slept. When she woke, the sun had moved to its three o'clock position, and she felt a little hungry. She raided the basket to find it was full of cakes and cookies as well as a lovely pie. Sitting naked on the blanket, she nibbled away, wondering where her master was.
An hour later, she was lying on her back, watching the clouds roll by, when Roric reappeared, limping and bleeding from one side.
"Roric!" Jaina shouted and ran across the field to practically tackle him. She quickly locked him in a healing kiss to soothe away his wounds as his arms came around her. She stepped back to ask him what had happened when he was mended.
"Some stupid knight woman refused to believe I was a hero player," he said. "She uses a long spear like me and wears heavier armor. I don't think I would have gotten away, but a pack of tuskar boars charged us, and she ended up tangled with them. I took my opportunity to run and came right back here. I think she would have killed me if I hadn't had Boone of the flesh.
"Well, come sit down and rest," Jaina urged, leading him back to the blanket.
"I tried to reason with her," Roric said as Jaina poured him a glass of wine and handed it to him.
"Some people just can't be nice," Jaina said and knelt behind him to rub the base of his neck.
"Well, since I'm back. Would you like to see your surprise?" he asked.
"That's like asking me if I want to be your slave," she laughed. "Of course I do!"
Roric nodded and took off his pack to root around inside for a moment. Jaina waited anxiously as the tension mounted, wondering what the gift could be.
"I had this made for you," Roric said, pulling out a wide black-scaled leather loop. It had rows of rubies running down the edges and thick bands of diamonds across the length, spelling out the words sex slave.
"Oh my gosh, it's beautiful!" Jaina cried and took it from his hands. She held it up so the stones could sparkle in the light as her smile spread in wonder. "How did you afford this?"
"I have a girl I whore out for profit," Roric said with a smile.
"Well, I am sure she loves her job," Jaina laughed, then considered another thought. "But how do I wear it if I have your slave collar on?"
"I wanted to talk to you about that," Roric sighed. "Jaina, you're my slave."
"I know," Jaina replied.
"No," Roric said and tried to sound more assertive. "Jaina. You are my slave, and you don't have any say in it."
"Ok?" Jaina replied. "You have me confused."
"What I am trying to say is, I don't need a slave collar to know you are my slave. I am telling you that you are my slave. Collar or no collar, I will use you how I want, and I am going to demand you obey. As your owner, I find a great deal of value in your morphic abilities, and if we lock that collar on, you will lose them," he explained.
"You don't want me to wear the slave collar?" Jaina asked.
"I am saying you don't need to wear it," Roric corrected. "You can wear the new collar when we are out shopping or just strolling through town. You can wear the slave collar when I or other men are breeding you."
"I like it when you say people are breeding me. It sounds so taboo," Jaina said and looked at her shiny new collar. "I think I see you're point. The slave collar is really only useful when I am having sex, but my morphic powers are useful all the time."
"And I don't need the slave collar to make you mine. You already do that better than I could ever have imagined," Roric said.
"So I could wear the pretty one around town so people could see it and then use the slave one for the sex buffs," Jaina surmised with a sad look at the pretty collar. "Can I think about it?"
"I wasn't supposed to give you choices, remember?" he laughed.
"Oh, stop," Jaina pouted. "This is something significant. Wearing your collar is a badge of honor, and I don't want to abuse it."
"Well, take some time to think about it," he said and ran a hand along her breasts. "Now, get on your knees. I need to refresh my buffs."
She went right to her knees and happily helped her master power up. Afterward, he picked up the picnic and carried her home in his arms. She laid across his chest with her bare feet dangling in the air as they walked back and talked about the future.
"So did you level?" she asked.
"Yes, he replied. And I already stole one of your powers," he replied.
"Hmm, I hope it helps," Jaina replied.
"I am thinking about putting the full twenty points into it," Roric replied. "Then I can steal up to four skills, or copy a single one, so you don't lose it."
"What would you copy?" Jaina asked.
"I was thinking maybe your shapeshift. Then you and I could be any race we wanted to have sex," he said.
"Yummy, you could be a centaur," Jaina said and started to giggle.
"You're terrible," Roric said, joining her in the laugh.
They reached the outskirts of town and started to pass players who waved and said hello.
"Hello sir, Roric and his beautiful slave Jaina," came Heurger, the dwarf.
"Good afternoon Heurger," Jaina replied. "Are you coming to the dance tonight?"
"I'm getting there two hours early before the place fills out," the dwarf replied as his eyes looked almost directly at Jaina's naked rear.
"Well, if I see you, I will blow you a kiss," Jaina said and waved as Roric carried her off, only to run into a timid human named Justin.
"Good afternoon Roric," he said as was proper to address her master first. "And good day to you, Jaina."
"Hello, Justin," Jaina replied with a bat of her eyes. "Have you been working hard enough to bid?"
He blushed and nearly dropped his sword before insisting he had been out all morning doing quests to try and make enough.
"Just bid what you can afford," Roric insisted. "You never know. If enough people bid low, you might win."
