Kelsey Criss-Cross, The Cross (nothing to do with Religion) (probably should've come up with a better name)
Note:
*This is part two of the Kelsey point of view. It takes place parallel to the Mercy Makes Three of a Kind series. Though this series can be read separately, I would very much recommend reading the Mercy series. It will fill in gaps and holes otherwise unseen.
* * Though there is a Fantasy and adventure element, this story and this series are heavy on Lesbian, D/S BDSM themes.
*Lastly, a very big thank you to Jordan Church for editing and helping me out.
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Our morning had taken an unexpected turn. Playfulness is one thing, but this all seemed to go above and beyond. It struck us especially harder considering Mercy's history of breaking girls and turning them into sex slaves, her friend Charity was still deep in that line of work.
After getting untied, cleaned up, and dressed (as much as we could) we congregated at the table. The same table where our morning had turned bittersweet. The only clothing any of us had anymore was the clothing Mercy had given or made for us. Small vests barely covered our chests and were easily unclipable. Tiny skirts that barely covered our asses.
Thankfully the poor excuse for clothing did cover up our new tattoos. I had to sigh... I had wanted tattoos so badly, now only to want them covered. All three of us had matching tattoos on our left chest, just under the collarbone and above the boob. The tattoos depicted a barbed wire wrapping around a letter M.
Ren had received a second tattoo for being 'good at sucking cock deep'. She couldn't see it because it was on her ass cheek, so I had to tell her what it was. Her second tattoo was a candy heart that read 'Spank Slut'. She wasn't happy about it. Her leather skirt covered most of the tattoo, which was fortunate. However if she turned or bent down, then the tattoo became fairly visible.
I was just happy to not have that tattoo on my ass.
Instead, I'd have to suffer being dressed up as a cat. These fucking cat ears were permanently affixed to my head and the tail (a butt plug) was lodged in my ass. Touching either the tail or the hairband sent a jolt that kind of turned me on, which was... not entirely bad...
I found out that some major events happened last night while I was drunk and passed out. Alice and Ren had already suffered some of the sexual training in Charity's dungeon. Each now had a nipple ring. The rings had a colored gem infused in them, much like the ring on my cat ears and I'm guessing something similar on the tail.
"All of this stuff is enchanted," Alice said. She sighed and continued, "The only way I can think of to get it off is to find a magic user who specializes in disenchantment magic. There's not too many that I know of."
"Could we find one back home in Millerton?" Ren asked, as she unconsciously touched her vest, right where the nipple ring was. She winced slightly on contact. It was clear that the ring's enchantment was more than just a prevention in removal. I'd felt the magic myself. It also prevented orgasms. I did not want someone able to control my body like that.
"First off, I've never heard of any disenchantment mages in Millerton. Second, there's no fucking way I'm traveling while this stuff is still on me. It's unfortunate, but our best bet to find a mage who can take these off is here in Gran Stoby." Said Alice.
We sat in silent thought. Then it hit me, "I heard Gussie say that she picked up these ears and tail and stuff from Pangy's Potion Potential Plus. That's the store we were at yesterday with Mercy. With any luck, this Pangy would be able to give us some information."
"Are you sure we should even go there and ask about these things? Didn't Mercy say that they were friends?" Alice asked.
"I had thought of asking a guard for help, but what if they think WE are runaway slaves, and they just return us to Mercy? That would be super bad." Ren said. She did make a strong argument about caution with authorities in this city.
"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to ask Pangy some questions." Alice conceded. "If he's able to supply the jewelry, then there's a chance he might know of any disenchantment mages around."
We got up, checked our gear, and then left.
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There was a feeling coursing through me, this uncomfortable feeling as we walked. I knew it had to do with the butt plug tail I had lodged up my ass. Every so often, I felt a jolt of pain shoot down my leg or up my back. It kept changing.
A few times, when no one was looking, I'd reached back there and tried to adjust my panties to help accommodate my unwanted tail, and then I noticed it. Something had changed It felt like it wasn't just in me but was slowly becoming a part of me.
I felt less and less plugged as we walked, and more natural. The painful jolts were less and less frequent. I felt more and more concerned about the changes and what they meant, but embarrassment overshadowed my concern. I did not want to bring it up with my friends.
It was a huge relief for us when we finally found the potion shop. We had gotten lost a few times and needed to backtrack. All the while we were ogled and harassed by strangers because our normal clothing had been replaced by these skimpy outfits. Mercy had told us would help us fit in, but it turns out, we only fit in with local slave girls in the area. Sure, we were hot and often got looks based on attractiveness but now it was like we were walking advertisements for easy slutty sex.
A bell was attached to the door of Pangy's store that chimed, announcing our entry. The shop had a musky dusty scent like the scent of an old library. The room was shaped like a narrow rectangle, with slim shelves on both sides with many objects and colorful potion bottles packed on them.
There were many things hung over the shelves, from dried-up flowers to colorful charms. At the end of the hallway was a little counter. Behind the counter, through a doorway of hanging beads, an elderly man came into view. He used a cane to help with a prominent limp. He was balding and wore very thick spectacles.
"My, my, three lovely ladies. What can I do for you?" The old man asked. He had a slight whistle to his speech, that couldn't help but make you smile.
"Are you Pangy?" I asked.
"Are you a tax collector?" The man said. I must have looked as confused as I felt because he smiled and said, "I'm just joking. Yes, I am Pangy and this is my store. Is there anything you're looking for?"
"We were wondering if you could tell us about this ring," Alice said while pointing to the earing on my cat ears. The gem was currently colored a dark red.
Pangy waved me in closer, squinting as he looked at the cat garment I was stuck wearing.
"It's a control gem. These are common with slavers who specialize in female slaves."
He reached up and gave it a gentle tug. Another jolt zipped through me down to my pussy. An involuntary moan escaped me. I quickly jumped back and covered my mouth in embarrassment.
Ren pointed out that the gem had slightly lit up when I moaned. Her observation added to my embarrassment.
"I sold one of these this morning. By chance, do you know a lady named Mercy?"
The question wasn't unexpected, but we hadn't planned on what to say if it was asked. We looked at each other hoping someone else would answer. The pause didn't go unnoticed.
"I see. Did Mercy put that on you today? I'm guessing you three are her latest project. You know, she was here yesterday and told me she had three new pets." The old man said, piecing our situation together. "Tell me, do you two also have control rings?" he asked Alice and Ren.
"We do, though ours are different from that one," Ren said, then with nervous hands, she lifted her tiny vest and showed Pangy her nipple ring. "She has one identical to mine." Ren pointed her thumb at Alice.
"Hmm, I see. Well, I wish I could help you, but I'm unable to disenchant that sort of magic." Pangy said with a sigh.
"What can you tell us about control rings?" Alice asked, feigning ignorance. She already knew a lot about them, but maybe there was something more that she didn't know.
Pangy sat down on a bench unseen behind his counter and thought for a bit. "They are built and purchased from Artificers and Enchanters who usually work together to install and enchant the gems. It's generally a strong enchantment with a simple word or sentence to apply the lock, so anyone can use the rings. Once they are on, it takes a mage who is strong in dispelling magic to remove it. These gems are controlled by a different type of gem. You might not have realized but Mercy and other trainers have a master's gem. It could be a ring or a piercing or a necklace. Regardless of what it is, anyone with a master's gem can control any control gem."
That explains a lot. No matter how much Mindy had licked me earlier, or how close I was, I wasn't able to cum.
Mercy's words rang in my recent memory, "You now have my mark on you. Now you truly are my pet and my property. Now, before I let my precious pet cum, you must first make me cum."
Charity had even said something similar to Alice this morning, "Slaves don't get to cum until their masters cum. Do I make myself clear, slave?" She must have a control gem too. Actually, it only made sense that she would have a control gem for her work.
The more I learned, the more desperate I felt to get this stuff off me. "Is there anything else you can tell us?" I asked.