An Otome Villainess' Cruel Salvation (Femsub, humiliation, bondage, toys)

After almost four hours of delving through miles of twisted corridors and navigating the dust-choked dungeon, Lilliana Vos Swartz was willing to admit that maybe, just maybe, she’d made a mistake.

She should have hired some help.

She’d known that at the start, of course. But it would have meant digging further into her rapidly shrinking treasury. It would have meant having to promise a share of what she found here, underground.

Above all else, it would have meant admitting that she couldn’t do it alone.

That latter part was absolutely intolerable. She’d never needed to ask for help in her life. When she needed muscle, she simply had to demand it! Paying for things was for lesser nobles and those of common birth!

Miles below the surface, totally lost and with no sure route back, she was starting to reconsider that point of view.

Her harried breathing filled the stone chamber as she came to a rest. Her shoulder brushed the ancient wall, moist with condensation and drifting curtains of green moss. A spider gazed at her from the corner of the room. She was probably the first human it or its ancestors had ever seen.

It greeted her with mild curiosity before turning away to search for something to eat.

Sounds. Distantly. Echoing through the ancient masonry. Lilliana crouched. Sweat beaded her face and her muscles were aching. Her sword was sheathed at her side. It had already tasted blood today. Several times. One didn’t penetrate this far into an unknown dungeon without having to fight.

The thing was, though. She hadn’t expected it to be this tough.

Okay, she knew she sounded like some newbie adventurer when she put it like that. Maybe it would be better to put it another way?

Whoever had rated this dungeon, they clearly needed their head examined if they thought that THIS was mid-level.

She’d already fought zombies, four trolls, a massive and ancient slime (And hadn’t that been a fun one? She’d have to throw the clothes out later. There just was no saving them.) and a dragon-ant.

A dragon-ant!

She hadn’t even known those were a thing until approximately ten minutes ago! Now her armour was singed, her skin was burned and she would never forget they were a thing!

“When I am rich again,” she muttered. “I am going to track down whoever rated this place and kill them. No, wait, better. I’m going to lock them down here and **** them to experience this utter-”

She cut off her words. The distant sound was getting closer. It was rhythmic, repeating regularly. Heavy and metallic. Boots? In a dungeon? As far as she knew, she was the only human here.

Lilliana’s hand fell to her side. A leather satchel had been secured at the side of her thigh. A belt ran across her waist. There were slots for potions and equipment. Bandages, reagents. All sorts of things. Lilliana had been smart. Everyone knew that dungeons of this type had plenty of loot. There were chests, and hidden rooms, even orcs and goblins were known to carry potions and food!

But no matter how far she went, she didn’t run into anything like that. Oh, there was cold and silver and jewels. Not as much as she needed, but enough to keep her trailing deeper and deeper. No food though. No bandages.

No potions.

The four she’d brought with her at the start - the ones she’d been so happy with, felt so clever about bringing because she knew they were all she’d need to last long enough to find more - well, those four were now down to just two. Her food supplies were low. Bandages were still there, but she’d start to need them soon if she used up her last few potions.

Yeah, there was no doubt about it. Lilliana was in a bad spot. Her old friends at the academy would have told her it was her own fault. Told her she’d known from the start she shouldn’t have come alone.

She frowned at that.

Backstabbing traitors! Bootlickers! As soon as she’d fallen out of favour, they’d abandoned her. Flocked to the banner of their new queen.

That peasant girl…

Liliana didn’t hate many people. A fact which those who knew her would find singularly surprising. Oh, she was spiteful, yes. And she held a great many people in a sort of mild contempt.

But actually dislike? Most weren’t worth it.

That girl, though. The peasant girl. The commoner turned queen because of some distant ancestor who’d married into drudgery?

That girl, Lilliana hated with the fire of a thousand suns. The fury she felt was incandescent. She’d kill her if she could. She’d smile as she died. She’d watch the life fade from her stupid, pretty eyes with a song in her heart and dance in her step. It would almost be enough to make up for everything that happened.

Almost.

With a **** of effort, she wrenched her mind back from the past. The sound was closer now, nearer. Her sword was ready. Her body was still. The trembling aches faded as adrenaline flooded her. Once more, it had come down to survival. Kill or die.

Except the sound was too loud. It was resolving itself into footsteps. Many of them. A raiding party of goblins? Maybe even orcs.

She didn’t stand a chance if they found her like this! Life as a goblin **** was far too degrading an existence for a noble like her. Even one in exile.

The thought of that filled her with energy and she darted for a side passage, lurking just past the shadow of the doorway as the sounds grew closer.

It was goblins. Heart beating fast, she counted four, six, eight of them! Green skin and red eyes, clad in leather and bearing clubs and sticks. But the clanking of metal followed them. Lilliana narrowed her eyes, seeking the thing she very much expected to find.

There!

In the centre of the group. He was slightly taller, his skin darker. His eyes furious and red. His gleaming metal mail was a harsh counterpart to his followers, and he wielded a blade in one hand and a shield in the other.

Goblin elite.

Damn.

She had no chance against this group. If they had been grunts, she might have used the element of surprise. If there was one elite, she could have tried to trap him.

But an elite and regulars?

There was no question at all.

Lilliana turned, following the new corridor away from the group. She moved softly, quietly. Her footfalls echoed far too loud against the stone pathway. Dripping moisture beaded her body and caught in her red hair. There was more moss growing along the side of the passage which at least meant that no slime or cube had come this way recently. They feasted on anything they could find, flesh or plant.

Deeper, the pathway took her. Deeper and deeper, farther away from anything she had ever known. Doubt wriggled in her mind, fighting against the clamping iron of her will.

Should she turn back?

Well, let me see. I have two out of four potions left. Only a little food. Still all my bandages! But those aren’t exactly useful unless I mess up and get hurt. Oh, and I have no idea how to get back to the surface at all.

Just perfect.

She refused to turn back anyway. She was here for a reason and she would accomplish it or die. The pack she bore across her back was light and before she turned away it would be filled with treasure.

She had to make up the cost of her investments. The potions, the weapons, the items. She had to break even at least.

No. She had to do more. This was supposed to be her chance! Her last chance. Cast out by her kingdom, left for dead by those she’d called friends. That stupid Commoner-Queen now ruling in place of a real monarch. Lilliana had hit rock bottom. She had no one and nothing. If this didn’t work out, where was she? Just some other former noble? A foolish girl who couldn’t pick her enemies?

A relic of the past, fading in the light of the new order?

No, no, a thousand times no!

There was treasure in this dungeon. There was gold. More than enough to make her wealthy. With wealth came power. With power came influence. With influence, there was ****.

She wasn’t finished until she was finished!

And so, she **** herself deeper, ignoring the fear, the worry, the niggling doubt that played upon her mind. Ignoring everything else but what she wanted the world to be.

Just as she always had.

Eventually, she came to a deep chamber. By now, she was lost and tired. Her gut was tight with hunger. She refused to look at her reflection, shimmering in a small pool of water that lay cupped in a shattered crater punched into the floor by some ancient monster.

She was tired. She was worried. She was spent.

Maybe that’s why she didn’t think anything of it at first. Stooping into the chamber, she realised it was a circular room. The roof was low. Torches had been set against the walls, burning with a magical, eternal flame. Symbols had been etched into the stone barriers, cast into flickering life by the dancing shadows of the captured fire.

She couldn’t read the script, but that didn’t matter. There was only one kind of room in the dungeon which had a layout like this.

Treasure room.

She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe that after everything else had fallen through, her luck might have finally turned. For a few seconds - long, hard seconds - she dared not let her gaze wander to the centre of the room.

For if there was nothing, it would have been just too much.

But there was something there. She could feel it. Her heart pounded, racing faster and faster despite her best efforts. Her throat was dry.

There was a chest. A big one. Magnificent, with a smooth, oak-wood body. The lid was framed with silver and gold, a ruby had been set into the latch,

She swallowed.

She started at it.

She reached out.

Fingers brushed solid wood. The dream didn’t shatter.

It was real.

It was real!

Lilliana rushed forward! She felt as if she could drag the chest into a wide-armed embrace, as if the thing had chosen to come to her aid! Here, she was sure, was the answer to her problems. There would be gems, gold, money. All of the things she needed to restart her ambitions. With these, she could hire more adventurers to plunge into the dungeon. She could send teams, proper teams, and they would make her more money! Her fortune would grow. This was a new dungeon, almost unexplored.

She could already feel the weight of the future, the creaking of the wheels of fate as they finally, finally spun in her favour again.

Click!

The sound stopped her. Froze her cold. Lilliana looked down, saw the pressure plate in front of the chest.

Her last thought was: That was a really stupid thing to do.

The chest snapped open. There was no creak, no slow reveal, but rather a sudden burst as the top was yanked wide. Within, Lilliana saw not gold or jewels, but a glinting nest of leather straps and restraints. They surged forth like living things, like a tide of snakes against which her reflexes were no match. Her sword fell away, and a strap snapped around her wrist. She kicked and tried to escape, but they were strong! Far too strong!

Her arms were pulled back, her chest pushed forward. Her skin felt hot and tingly.

Her clothes were melting!

Why were they melting?!

She was pulled forward, into the chest. The leather garments writhed about her like living things. Her eyes snapped wide as something hard and cold was pressed against the lips of her pussy.

The surge of adrenaline from that brought her legs crashing together, but two more straps caught her ankles and **** them apart. They writhed and wriggled. Enchanted leather. The whole thing had been a trap!

She tried to mouth a counterspell. She wasn’t a mage. Not really. But she knew a little bit.

Before she could get off the first word, a foul-tasting gag was **** against her lips. A plastic cock was **** into her mouth as she spluttered and spat!

By now, her clothes were in shreds. The last of them fell from her body. Her arms were bound behind her back. The thing between her legs was tracing her labia, forcing them aside with gentle persistence. She tried to deny it, but what could she do now?

It penetrated her, driving itself into her womanhood, her pussy throbbed around it. Anguished pleasure crashed through her mind but the next part went beyond even that. Two more leather straps approached now, but these two terminated in strong circular metal clasps. They snipped back and forth like mandibles.

Lilliana squirmed.

They clamped down on her nipples and her back arched with pain! Lightning screamed through her, but this was only a prelude to the real humiliation. A third one had used the distraction to crawl between her forcibly spread legs. Its bite followed an instant later, much more intense because of its location.

It closed against her clitoris.

Lilliana screamed. The sound muffled by the gag and the fake cock in her throat. Her body rocked, waves of agony rippled through her body. Humiliation followed, and a shameful arousal which traced its path. She shuddered and shivered, falling forward. Her ankles were now bound together, the leather connecting to her clit also moved around her back, It bound her wrists so that every attempt to escape would cruelly punish her most sensitive area. The ones around her nipples reached upwards, connecting to a collar she had not been wearing a moment ago.

They pulled tight.

Lilliana writhed on the cold dungeon floor. It was worse than she had thought; the restraints were cursed and even now she felt the magic working its way into her body. A tingling heat which pressed against her skin and then began to sink beneath it.

The clamps around her nipples zapped her, taking sadistic glee as she wriggled and spasmed. Sharp, vivid flashes of crackling pain! The phallus between her legs filled her up, making her writhe with ecstasy as it began to throb. Her core closed around it. Wetness stained the floor below her. She bucked and arched and gasped.

Her clit was tingling, held tight by the third clamp, it swirled in a miasma of both pain and pleasure. Lilliana was horribly aware that if the ones shocking her nipples could do so, the one between her legs could as well.

But so far, it remained ominous still.

Her body clenched. She spasmed. Trembles raced across her limbs.

This couldn’t be happening!

She had to get out. She had to escape. But her hands were bound. Her legs were locked together. Her mind had become a simmering sea of sensation. The clamps delivered pain and pleasure in equal measure. She soon learned that electricity was the least of what they could do. If she struggled too hard, they’d burn hot, the metal pressing against the pink skin of her nipples. The pain would grow and grow until there were tears in her eyes and she had to stop.

It didn’t let her cum either. The dildo in her pussy fucked her ruthlessly, the vibrations churned her and swept through her. Holding her forever on the very edge of climax.

But she was never allowed to go over. That privilege belonged to the owner of the trap. To the man who had set it. He and he alone could give her that permission.

And he was long dead.

She wanted to wail. She wanted to scream. She wanted to break free and run from the dungeon! She’d been stupid. So, so, so stupid! How could she have expected this to end in anything else? How could she have thought that fortune would favour her for once?

Fortune never favoured her!

First in the Academy, then with the queen and now this final indignity?

These rooms were probably checked regularly. Once the goblins found her like this, it would be the end. Her new life as a **** and whore would begin. A noble lady reduced to a sex **** for the goblins. She’d be fucked and used until she was a broken, dripping mess.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

Lilliana closed her eyes and tried to scream.

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“Are you all right? By the time I found you, you were quite the mess.”

At first, she didn’t know where she was. Her mind was full of tortured memories of pleasure and desire. Her pulse beating, pounding with lust as it screamed in the back of her mind. She remembered being trapped, each agonising near orgasm as it was ripped away from her. She remembered her own body being twisted against her. Pleasure and shame filling her mind and senses until she was a thoughtless, mindless thing. Begging to cum. Begging for release. Her whole being screaming for the denial to end.

Now she was somewhere different.

She was lying in a bed. The covers were silk. She was free, able to move. At that thought, she sat up, and the blanket cascaded down her front.

She was naked.

The man looked away.

“I did try to dress you,” he said. “But the curse didn’t let me. Anything I put on you well, it melted.”

She flushed red. A tremble rocked her body. An aching reminder of her pleasure denied. She tried to shut it out. She didn’t know how long she’d been in that treasure room. Her memories were scattered. ****. It could have been hours but that would have been too convenient. The chances of someone stumbling upon her so quickly?

Days at best. Maybe weeks?

She tried to speak, but her mouth felt odd. It was as if she’d forgotten how. One of her hands moved to her chest and brushed something cold and metal that dangled from her nipple.

A clamp.

One of the clamps.

It was smaller now, tiny but still present. Her fingers closed around it, and she made ready to pull it free but the man’s voice stopped her.

“I wouldn’t. The curse is still active. If you feed it, it’ll get stronger.”

She looked over to him.

“I was able to pacify it,” he said slowly. “To regress it into a basic stage. But I am afraid I can’t get rid of it. At least this way, you’ll be able to have a mostly normal life.”

Lilliana looked down. Her face burned red. Not only did she have a clamp connected to each nipple, but just peeking up from under the blankets, she saw the beginning of a glowing purple mark burning against her pale skin. It was merely the tip, but she knew the full image instantly. It sprang to her mind, called forth by the very magic which had planted it there.

A seal across her womb.

Fuck.

The curse was real and powerful. She didn’t know anyone who could remove something like this.

The man gave a slight smile, though it was tinged with regret.

“I was exploring the dungeon,” he explained. “I’m an ex-adventurer. A good one. It’s my hobby to go to new places like this. But sometimes, they’re a lot more dangerous than they seem. You fell victim to it, right? I feel a little responsible. If I had gotten to you sooner, maybe the curse wouldn’t have taken so deeply and could be removed.”

He got up, moving to the doorway.

“Get dressed if you can,” he said. “It didn’t work for me, but these old curses can be particular. Maybe if you do it? It’s worth a shot. Once you’re able, meet me in the corridor. I’ll show you around.”

Lilliana lay in the bed for a while. Her thoughts tumbled and crashed and wheeled into one another like a shoal of fish darting in every direction to escape the hungry teeth of a predator.

What could she do now? What was even the point? What was her next step and where was she?

“The first thing you should do,” she growled, “Is get out of your bed. Are you a useless commoner? You are not! So stop acting like it! First, out of bed. Then get dressed. After that…well, we’ll deal with that then.”

Her skin burned in a way that was more pleasure than pain. She noticed that as she **** her legs to take her weight. It was a feeling, a flowing current that seemed to wrap about her head to toe. Her nerves prickled, little bursts of heat flowed just under her skin. The taunting ghost of pleasure danced between her legs.

She was wet.

Her fingers fell between her thighs, brushing her mound with the gentlest, softest touch.

It was still enough to make her shudder with silent want. Aching need lanced through her like a solid blow. One of her fingers pressed further and she penetrated herself.

The clamp on her clit responded with a burst of tightness. Instantly, she pulled away. The man’s words echoed in her head.

“Right, right, don’t feed the curse.”

But it was so hard! The feelings it pumped into her weren’t her own, but that didn’t make them any less real. She swallowed, she tried to focus. She tried to banish it from her mind.

But she couldn’t. It was simply there, A cold weight at the back of her thoughts. A need, a want, a tingling little bundle of lust and frantic arousal that nestled between her thighs.

She couldn’t put on underwear. Neither panties nor bras were allowed by the curse. As soon as they touched her skin, they’d dissolve into nothing just like her clothes had before. But she was allowed to wear other things. Experimentation proved that she was allowed dresses and skirts, though not pants or leggings.

Those, after all, did not allow free access.

Still, it was something. Feeling at least a little better now that she wasn’t totally naked, Lilliana chose a light, flowing dress and headed to meet her saviour in the hall.

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How did you move from one world to another?

For most, it was an academic question. A matter of philosophy, a matter of fantasy. Of personal interest.

For Jonis, it had been a matter of practicality.

Even now, almost twenty-five years later, he could still recall his original home. His original life. Not that there was much of it he cared to recall. He’d been an unspectacular man. The kind of guy you’d pass in the street and not give a second look. He’d never achieved much or anything but nor had he ever really failed enough to be noticeable.

He’d simply existed. Floating from birthday to birthday, event to event. He’d left a trail of ambivalence and neutrality, to the point where even to his own friends and family, he was just a face in the crowd.

He was never the hero of the story. Hell, he wasn’t even interesting enough to be a side character who was killed to show the power of the villain. He got to be the background character, the coloured blob barely pencilled into the very corner of the page.

Proverbially and literally, he was the man at the back of every party and the edge of every crowd.

But there was one thing that he loved. One thing that kept him going through the crushing mediocrity. Not successful enough for a promotion, but not horrible enough to be fired, Jonis had taken his meagre paycheck and used it to buy games. To buy an escape into a fantasy world where he could be the hero. Where he could save the princess, and be the centre of the crowd.

Yet that had always felt false to him. Like a mask he was putting on. A barely fitting disguise. The thrill of escape to a fantasy world kept him going for a little bit, but always reality was ready to come crashing back in.

Then, he found it.

To the outside world, it was just one more game among many. Not even that popular or successful. The company that had made it had gone under, which made it rare enough that intact copies were not often seen on the open market. Jonis had been lucky. He’d scooped one up before he’d even known what he had.

The result was a change in his life. An obsession, perhaps. The game became his world. It took the blurry, mediocre world where he was nothing but a cog in the machine, a grinding, sparking part which would be thrown away as soon as it was too broken down to continue, and it made him something more.

He lived that game, playing it again and again and again more times than he cared to count. Every route, every interaction, every hidden little secret, lair, and item was his to know.

But the character who inspired him the most was the villain. Cliche, right? Loner nerd with a crush on the main villain. He’d laughed about it, but that didn’t make it any less real.

Her design had everything. She was cute, she was hot, she was someone he connected with because of how she was pushed to excel but ultimately was doomed to be surpassed again and again. Like him, no matter how much she tried, she never managed to rise above her place.

He played that game on repeat. Caught in an endless loop of seeking. There had to be a route, a path, a series of choices he could make where she would end up happy.

But the developers simply hadn’t intended that. Lilliana Vos Swartz was a villain and was always going to be the villain. In each and every route, she ended up dead or worse. No matter what she did, or how he tried to play it out, for the heroine to win (And she always had to win), Lilliana had to lose everything.

And then the accident happened. He didn’t remember much of it. It had been so fast, so quick. He recalled a sense of pain, like a flash of lightning. A clap of thunder that might just have been a screaming car.

Then nothingness.

And now he was here.

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Lilliana exited the room, coming to a corridor she did not know. The door closed behind her with a solid thud. Around her, she saw wealth. The corridor was well-appointed with paintings and stands. There were glass cabinets in which rested what looked like loot from dungeons. Urns and vases stood on display tables and the floor was carpeted with a rich, plush fabric.

It felt like the sort of mansion she’d known back home. The kind of estate that could belong only to the wealthy and the powerful. The sort of place she’d owned herself even. Before everything had happened.

A bitterness welled up in her chest, but that was an old, familiar ache. It didn’t distract her from the scene or from the man before her.

He was powerful, though with a slender build. Dark hair framed a tanned face with rugged eyes. The sight sent a chill coursing through her, for she had rarely seen such a combination. He was clad in a linen tunic over leather leggings, but these did little to disguise his muscles.

His eyes were sharp. He was regarding her the same way she was regarding him. Each locked in their own little moment of judgement.

“Do I pass?” He said at last, crossing his arms.

“I don’t know,” she answered. “Do I?”

The ghost of a smile touched his lips.

“I think you most definitely do. How is the curse?”

“It is…” She stumbled over her words, a flush of heat ran to her cheeks. “Manageable. I can feel it under my skin. Tingling, burning. But as long as I keep it under control it should be fine.”

“As long as you don’t feed it, you mean?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Her eyes fell to the floor. She’d picked out a nice, black dress. The same style she used to wear at home. But the familiarity was ruined by her lack of a bra or panties, and the clamps around her nipples and clit were aching under her clothes.

She took a deep breath.

I can control this. I am stronger than this. I am!

“As you say,” the man said. “I’m sure it will give you no trouble. My name is Jonis.”

“That’s a name from the eastern lands. But you don’t look Eastern.”

He smiled as if at some private joke.

“It’s an adopted name. I come from a very far-off place. I was born and raised in the south. Later, I journeyed to the east to make my fortune. I adopted the ways and the culture.”

“And forgot your old name?”

“Why not?” He gave her a look. “What use is the past when it holds you back? Sometimes you must give it up to start anew.”

Well, she couldn’t doubt him there. It was exactly what she was doing too. But the thought of surrendering her name made her squirm! If she wasn’t a noble, who was she?

He regarded her, his eyes at once both cold and piercing. Lilliana had the worrying sensation that he was somehow divining her thoughts.

“Come,” Jonis said. “I will show you around. Of course, you will not be able to leave the grounds. The curse could trigger at any time. It would be unfortunate if you were out in public. People might take advantage.”

The image of just how they might do that filled her with heat and Lillian’s curse surged beneath her skin. Her legs trembled, arousal beaded her pussy.

But she fought it back.

“Of course,” she said. “I’ll stay here. For now.”

“Just for now?”

He was teasing her, but his eyes were dark and powerful. She felt as if he were inviting her to stay here forever.

“Until I get control of the curse. Then I will find a way to break it. I swear.”

“That may be harder than you think. It is an old curse. Very powerful. I had expert looks at the chest. It dates from the Old Kingdom, before the fall of the gods. It may be a divine one.”

Her face blanched and her step faltered, but she **** herself onwards, refusing to let the dismay show on her face.

“Then I will be the first to break a divine curse.”

“Perhaps you will,” Jonis said. “Perhaps you will…”

For the rest of the day, Jonis showed her around the estate. And it was an estate. The whole thing consisted of a massive central building enclosed by a sturdy wall, beyond which there were the outer grounds, the forest, the river and even farms for dairy, food and fruits.

Jonis was extremely wealthy. He explained as they walked.

“I am an adventurer,” he said. “Retired now. Given where I found you, I am sure you know how dangerous the life can be.”

“Extremely,” she commented dryly. It was hard to listen to him. With every step, the clamp gripping her clit rubbed against her skin. Shuddering waves ran up and down her legs. “You made your wealth from dungeons?”

“I was extremely lucky,” he said. “It seems that no matter where I went, I discovered wealth. Magical items, rare finds, and better yet, rare friends. The kind of people who take loyalty seriously. With their help and my luck, I was able to expand. I stopped being an adventurer and started to be the kind of man who hires them. Nowadays, I am one of the chief sponsors of the adventurer’s guild. In fact, I believe I accounted for about sixty percent of their budget last year?”

“I am surprised they didn’t make you guild leader.”

“They tried. But the limelight has never been my thing.” He waved a hand dismissively. “I have no desire for such a thing. Besides, adventuring leaves scars.”

“I thought you said you were lucky?”

“I was, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t pay for my wealth.”

He gestured to his arm and she saw a spiralling scar which began about his wrist and travelled almost to his shoulder. It was vivid and raw, though it looked like it had been healed for years.

“The whip of a soul-flayer,” he explained. “The rest of my party were not as lucky. Two died instantly. A third eventually. After that, I decided I did not want to be an adventurer anymore.”

His gaze was haunted. She couldn’t look away. His eyes were hooded and deep and powerful and she felt as if she were being drawn into them. With the greatest effort in the world, she tore her gaze away.

Suddenly, there came a mighty crash! A thudding wave vibrated through the floor. Jonis snapped his head to the side, one of the maids was jerking away from a nest of pottery fragments that now littered the floor.

“Stupid girl!” Jonis snarled. “Is everyone I hire incompetent?”

“I’m sorry, sir!”

The maid was a pretty blonde girl with blue eyes. Her face was refined, speaking of noble blood in the past. Some bastard daughter, perhaps? But it seemed for the moment, Lilliana was forgotten and Jonis swept towards the distraught woman.

“Do you know how valuable that was? That was worth more than a year of your pay!”

“I’m sorry, it slipped, I-”

“You got careless! I won’t stand for this. Hands behind your head.”

She shook her head, her face was flushed, there were tears in her eyes and she was trembling, but Lilliana saw something in her eye. A sort of eagerness, perhaps? She frowned, but it was gone in an instant. Had she imagined it? She had no idea what was going on but she felt herself drawn towards the scene.

“Please, sir!”

“You know the rules!” Jonis was having none of her excuses. “You know the contract you signed when you agreed to work here! Hands behind your head!”

She reached up, putting her hands behind her head, her finger curled about the locks of her blonde hair. Jonis was right next to her now, his shadow towered over her. It cast her into darkness.

One hand reached out and slapped her across the face! Her head snapped to the side and she staggered.

“I pay you well,” he growled. “Better than anyone else in this land. In this kingdom! My workers can live like nobles.”

Slap!

His hand struck her again. Her skin was reddening, her eyes were wide. She was shaking, but she refused to lower her hands from the back of her head. Lilliana was enraptured. Of course, as a noble lady, she was well used to punishing the help.

But Jonis possessed a ferocity she had not expected.

“And all I ask is that you do not screw it up. What have you done here, Shamara? Have you messed it up?”

She held his gaze for a moment, a silent battle of wills in which she quickly found herself overpowered. Her eyes fell to the ground.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He took hold of her uniform, the maid outfit twisted under his fingers as he gripped and pulled.

It ripped. The sound split the corridor. Lilliana’s eyes went wide. The girl wasn’t wearing a bra either! Her breasts were small but visible, her nipples pink and hard.

The next slap was directly to them. Shamara danced with the impact. She let out a pained yelp. Jonis took her nipple between two fingers and began to twist and grind. The motion drew more cries from her, her body shook. Her spine arched backwards and her eyes slammed shut.

Still, she did not lower her hands.

Shamara’s top was torn open now. Her pale skin exposed and glinting. But Jonis wasn’t about to let her get away with just that. His other hand closed about her tight skirt and yanked it upwards.

Her pussy was bare.

Lilliana felt like she was frozen. Her mind whirled with chaos. Should she intervene? Say something? Even for her, this was a lot! But the girl did work for him and if she had signed a contract, was anything happening really wrong?

Besides, she felt a pounding throb building between her own legs. Her nipples pressed into the inside of the dress, the clamps pinched hard but that only made her more aroused. A tingling between her legs was building to the first signs of wetness.

Shamara was **** back into a nearby wall. Her legs were splayed, giving access to her pussy. Jonis twisted her nipples, moving first from one to the other. He interspersed this with hard slaps, making her chest dance. Meanwhile, his other hand fell between her legs. His fingers pushed inside of her, fucking her as her hips rocked back and forth. It was rough, powerful, and demanding.

Oh gods, what would it feel like to be fucked like that? Lilliana was staring but she couldn’t tear her gaze away. The air caught in her throat, horror and desire stabbing at her lungs like needles. Heat boiled through her. Her legs were shaking.

“If you can’t please me with your skills,” Jonis said. “You’ll please me with your body.”

At long last, Shamara tried to pull away but Jonis caught her. One hand closed around her throat. Redness spread across her face.

“N-not again,” Shamara gasped. “Please, sir. You’re too rough! You know I can’t take it.”

“Well, you should have thought of that before,” Jonis grunted. “If you keep making mistakes, I will simply have to keep punishing you. Again and again and again. Until you get the message.”

Lilliana watched, rapt, the curse burned through her body, broiling and twisting under her skin. She was breathing fast and hard. One of her hands brushed against her chest, feeling hardened nipples through the fabric of her dress.

Jonis undid his leggings, letting them fall to the ground and pool between his feet. His cock was hard, and not only that, but big. Lilliana gaped at it. She wondered what it would feel like to have that **** between her legs. To feel it filling her up and stretching her out. She swallowed. Her throat was dry. Her nipples were so hard. Fire danced along her skin and she could no longer tell if it was the curse or her own feelings.

Jonis pressed Shamara roughly against the wall. The maid had gone pale, she was trembling, her eyes were on her master’s face. His cock pressed against her pussy, just splaying her opening. Her arousal leaked outwards, betraying her body’s desire.

Jonis rammed into her. He didn’t do it slowly, and there was absolutely no trace of gentleness. It was a hungry, selfish tempo he set with his rocking hips. Shamara’s strangled cries filled the hall. Her legs kicked out, but he pressed her against the wall with his body. He filled her, brushing her inner core with every thrust and motion.

She cried out, pleasure boiled through her but just as much pain. He gave her no time to prepare, no chance to steel herself. Just hungry, **** penetration. Her senses must have been screaming! She was pinned, her legs spread, Jonis’ naked body close against her own.

The curse boiled and leapt. Lilliana’s breath hitched. She felt guilty, like she shouldn’t be watching but she also couldn’t look away. Her fingers dipped below the hem of her dress and found the aching bub of her clitoris. Below that, her leaking slit.

She was getting wet to the sight of another girl being punished so harshly. She knew she should stop, but she couldn’t. It caught her imagination, it blazed in her mind.

Oh gods, the sounds Shamara was making as he punished her! Her body shook, her eyes pressed closed. Her mouth opened in a silent, **** cry. She was shaking, trembling, orgasmic pleasure, pain and shame swept through her like a tide! Her chest danced, each gasping breath showed off her nipples and her breasts.

But Jonis didn’t stop. He didn’t relent. He didn’t give her any pause or time to recover. He fucked her like a machine, filling her pussy again and again no matter how she cried or squirmed. His hand was around her throat and she was **** and gagging. Her body spasmed, desperation closed her pussy tight around his shaft, blossoming the sensation of their coupling like a glowing bloom.

Lilliana was breathing fast now. Her fingers were soaked. She was masturbating to it! She couldn’t believe herself. Trembles raced back and forth along her spine. Shivering waves of want and desire. The curse broiled in the back of her mind. She was holding it at bay but it was so close to snapping back into control.

If it did, she wondered what would happen to her now. Would Jonis help her or would she end up joining Shamara as a fuck toy and stress reliever?

A soft little moan escaped her throat. A bubble of pleasure burst between her legs.

Oh gods, she didn’t even know which result she wanted!

It was all too much for Shamara. Jonis was too big, too fast. His motions unrelenting, barraging her with pleasure and pain and shame and ecstasy. She rocked and shuddered and moaned. Her body spasmed, she gasped and gagged.

And finally, she passed out.

Disappointed, Jonis continued for a little bit. But he was obviously annoyed she hadn’t managed to match him. He pulled out, slowly lowering her body to the floor. Her pussy was dripping and his cock was wet with pre-cum. Lilliana just managed to yank her hand away from her pussy before he turned to her.

“The other maids will find her,” he said. “They will take care of her. I am sorry you had to see that side of me. As I said, adventuring leaves scars. Those who work for me know the dangers. And they are very well paid.”

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That night, Lilliana lay naked in her borrowed bed. She wasn’t allowed to sleep with clothes. The curse had made that clear when her dress had started to burn away come nighttime.

But she didn’t mind.

Her slender fingers were slick with her own arousal. Her pussy throbbed, wet and hot. Her legs pushed out, levering herself upwards, her body rising with each spike of pleasure and want.

She felt like a wanton whore, but she couldn’t tear her mind away from what had happened. She kept seeing it again. Shamara’s body pressed against the wall, her legs spread. Her wide-eyed face as she was fucked with brutal ferocity.

Only in her mind, the girl being fucked was Lilliana.

She groaned. A wave of pleasure cascaded through her body. Building and rippling between her legs. As her heart danced, she snatched her fingers away! The orgasm faded, leaving her tired and exhausted.

She was soaking. She was more wet now than she had ever been in her life before. She’d been edging. Bringing herself right to the edge of a climax and snatching it away again and again and again. Looking in the full-length mirror that sat opposite the bed, Lilliana could see how flushed her face was. She was gasping. It was as though she had run a marathon. The clamps against her nipples and her clit buzzed with electricity, the stimulation served only to drive her onwards. The curse fed her arousal and fed on her arousal. It was a cycle, a loop she had to break away from if she was to have any hope of being free.

Except maybe that wasn’t what she wanted now.

She was trembling and not merely because of desire. Thoughts and feelings she had never considered powered through her mind. During her session of self-pleasure, Lilliana had come to learn something about the curse.

It was not all or nothing.

If she focused, she could draw it out. She could feed it, like a campfire. Stoking it with lust and desire without letting it burn rampant.

The result was a partial manifestation. She gazed at herself in the mirror and felt for the first time that she looked good.

A leather corset had formed around her abdomen, it rose up and embraced her breasts, but left them exposed and open. The clamps there tingled, alternating electricity and heat. Her pussy was exposed, but thigh-hugging leather leggings had enclosed her lower body. A collar adorned her throat, a little hook dangling from the front for someone to attach a leash.

She loved it.

She had never loved herself more than the version she saw reflected in that mirror. A needy little slut, her pussy soaking, aching, begging for a release she dared not give.

If she did, after all, it would mean surrendering her control. The curse could be kept starved, but it fed on her body. If she came. If she allowed her pleasure to bloom like she knew it would, it would snap her ability to direct it. She would be left bound again. Teased, and totally helpless.

But then maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, whispered a voice in the back of her head. She didn’t know if it was hers or that of the curse.

If Jonis found her like that in the morning, maybe that would be exactly what she wanted…

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The next few days, the pattern continued. Lilliana would walk the grounds with Jonis as he described some aspect of his life or business. Through these talks, she learned as much as she could about the man. He was a strange mixture, ruthless and powerful in the way that she’d been taught a noble should act, but also with a softer side that came out on occasion.

He paid his staff very well. Far more than they were worth in Lilliana’s opinion. But that job came with sexual duties as well. He had not lied with Shamara. Every maid knew that their body was his as long as they worked in his home. For this, they were paid five, six, even ten times what they could expect elsewhere.

But he was not gentle with them when it came time to punish failures. Lilliana watched this a few more times too. Each time a maid defied him or made a mistake or forgot their manners, he would become grim and furious. Like a storm. Without fail, that girl would soon be left trembling on the floor, half-naked and dripping.

Sometimes, he’d fuck her. Sometimes, he’d **** her to gag on his massive cock, her body twisting and writhing. Other times, he’d slap her pussy or breasts until they were red while she begged forgiveness.

At one point, he used a set of clamps. One for each breast and one for her clitoris. Tears rolled down the girl’s face as he closed them about her. Lilliana watched. As before, she couldn’t tear her gaze away.

The maids were weak, she soon found herself thinking. They were fragile, slow, and easy to overwhelm. She saw just how unsatisfied Jonis was with them no matter how he punished them.

They just couldn’t take it and angry as he might be, he refused to do anything that could truly harm them.

She, on the other hand, would be different.

The first time she found herself thinking that, Lilliana was shocked. Was she really thinking about undergoing the same kind of ****? The thought made her shake! Maybe it was the curse. Yes, surely it had to be that.

Except…

Curse or not, every time she watched Jonis punish one of the girls, she was left shaking and dripping herself. The soft voice of the curse whispered in her ear, but it only amplified what she was already feeling.

It should be me.

That girl is pathetic. I could take his cock.

He deserves so much more than this.

It turned her head. How could she, a noble lady and a descendant of kings, have such unworthy thoughts about a man who was not even technically a noble? Oh yes, he had titles and land. As much as money could buy. But he had been born common. What would her peers say if they only knew?

But at the same time, even if he didn’t have the blood, he had the attitude. Lilliana had never believed a common-born peasant could rise to become a noble. The two were different species. No matter how they tried, no dog could become a cat. That was the way of the world. Neither good nor evil, it just was.

Yet now, watching Jonis she was **** to concede that maybe, just maybe, such a person might exist. He carried himself with more power than any noble she’d ever known. He commanded respect and instant obedience! He had power and charisma and money and influence.

Indeed, with the exception of a bloodline, he was in all regards the perfect man.

And I could provide the bloodline.

The thought seemed mad. Insane. The very idea was stupidity! She was exiled from her home! Cast out! Worthless and full of seething bitterness! Now wasn’t the time to pursue romance. If the word ‘’romance’’ was even appropriate to what she was thinking.

Yet at the same time, as the days rolled by, she became more and more enraptured with the idea. It wouldn’t leave her alone. It played across her mind at night as she touched herself, edging endlessly in her bed. Her body wracked with spasms of pleasure.

Eventually, she simply had ****.

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“You’re dressed strangely today, Lilliana.”

“You don’t like it?”

“That’s not what I said. I just didn’t think that you had a maid’s uniform. In fact, I was sure that you did not.”

That much was true. Of course, no one had left her a uniform, much less one that clung to her body like this. It was tight about her chest, showing off her breasts and the skirt was short to show off her long legs. Her skin was pale, glimmering in the morning sun and her hair worn in a ponytail as she regarded the man.

The curse whispered through her, the soft voice of the ancient magic in the back of her head. She couldn’t make out the words, if there even were any. But she knew it was getting stronger. She was feeding it and it was encouraging her.

It was because of the curse that she was dressed like this. The clothes she wore had been formed from her mind, given form and shape by the magic. She hadn’t expected it to work, but the ancient spell had come to regard Jonis as her owner. Or perhaps she had and it had merely taken the hint?

Either way, as far as the curse was concerned, she ought to be dressed properly for him.

He played his eyes along her body, taking in every inch. Lilliana gave a dip of her head, voicing the words she’d never expected to say.

“I’m here to serve you, master.”

“Master?” He raised an eyebrow. “You know what you’re saying?”

“Of course. I’ve seen how you treat your help.”

“And you want to be treated that way?”

Her cheeks reddened. A quiver of heat wormed between her legs. The bite of her clamps tightened, just a little. Just enough to send a burst of pleasure racing through her aching core.

“That would be down to you, sir.”

“Then let’s put you to work.”

Lilliana’s face burned. She’d never worked like this in her life. To think, a noble lady dressed as some common maid! Brushing and cleaning! Yet, Jonis stayed with her as he walked her through the tasks. His rich voice sent tingles racing through her body. Each instruction, each task, seemed only to make her more and more excited.

Uniform or not, the curse had not included any panties and the skirt was so short! The cold breeze kissed her womanhood with every step. She swallowed and gulped, tried to brush it off. But with every movement, she exposed herself for him.

Gods, she was so wet! Her pussy was hot, so sensitive. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining what it would feel if he just reached out suddenly and brushed her with a finger!

Gods, gods, please…

About midway through the day, the curse seemed to grow bored of this part of the game. Her clamps began to vibrate. Weakly at first, just enough to give her a buzz and a burst of shame. As she worked, the feeling grew stronger. Before long her legs were shaking and she was gasping, gulping deep breaths of air between waves of radiating desire. The vibrations swept through her. Strong, then weak, then strong again. She was given no rest or respite.

Maybe it was because of that. Maybe it was something part of her wanted to do anyway. Maybe it was simply a coincidence or bad luck or genuinely a fumble of the hands.

In any case, it didn’t matter. When the ancient-looking vase tumbled from her hands to shatter against the ground, Lilliana knew that the whys of the situation were about as substantial as mist in the morning breeze.

CRASH!

The sound sheared through the corridor! The sound of breaking clay, of scattering shards. Lilliana’s hands flew to her face, her eyes widened.

“I didn’t mean to-” She began.

But her words died at the look on Jonis’ face. Angry. Furious. Just like how he’d looked at the maid before. A sudden heat coiled through her and she took a step back but he followed. His eyes locked on hers.

“If you’re going to dress like the help,” he said, “I am going to treat you as such. Did you mean to do that, Lilliana?”

“N-no!” She protested. “I didn’t mean to, I swear!”

“Lies. I’ve seen how you watch me punish the other girls.”

She shook her head again.

“I don’t watch!”

“You can’t take your eyes off it, you slut.”

Her body jerked, as if that had been a blow.

“You can’t deny it,” Jonis was in her face now. Towering over her. His hand closed around the collar that was part of the curse. His knuckles brushed her pale skin. Before she could protest, his other hand dove beneath her skirt!

Lilliana writhed! Her legs kicked out! His rough fingers traced the outline of her labia, coming away absolutely drenched as he held them up for her to see.

“You think I missed it?” He growled. “I wasn’t sure until today. Not until you came out wearing that uniform. Then I was sure. You know what I think? I think the curse got you. I think you need help to break free. I tried to treat you nicely and clearly you weren’t strong enough.”

He let go of her collar and Lilliana crashed to the floor. She knelt there, heaving. Her legs splayed. Her pussy throbbed. Echoing bubbles of heat and tightness bloomed between her legs. Her body felt like lead. She couldn’t move. She was trapped, locked within her own flesh as pulsing, dancing waves of want and dread raced through her mind, flashing and interspersing with more and more speed.

“You need discipline,” Jonis said. “You need to be treated like the slut you are. You’re not a noble lady, you’re a whore who needs to be shown her place.”

He was undoing his leggings even as he spoke. His cock emerged an instant later. By now Lilliana had seen it more than once, but this was the first time it was going to be used on her! She trembled, excitement and terror raced through her mind.

“Open your mouth, slut.”

Just like before, Jonis was not gentle. He took her head between his hands, his fingers locked about her hair. His cock was so hard, so long, so stiff. Her jaw ached as she tried to **** her mouth wide enough. It filled her up, pushing down to her throat.

The taste bathed her tongue. The taste of his seed and his eagerness filled her mouth. Lilliana squirmed and gagged. Part of her was starting to panic! She couldn’t breathe!

But he didn’t care about that. Just like with the other maids, Jonis was intent on inflicting her punishment and didn’t much care if she enjoyed it or not. His wild thrusts filled her throat, her lips closed about his shaft. Her tongue played with his tip as it thrust and filled her again and again. Heat boiled through her. Oh gods, her pussy was so wet! Her toes were curling!

The moist wetness of her mouth, the tightening muscles of her throat. The feeling of violation which swept through her with every motion. There were tears rolling down her cheeks and yet she loved it.

How could part of her love this so much? Lilliana bucked and writhed against the taste of his cock, against the violation of her mouth. Yet for all of that, part of her was responding. A sort of dark glee crackled in her breast.

This is what you wanted, a voice that sounded very like her own spoke in her mind. This is what you’ve always needed. This is your fantasy girl, admit it!

She gasped and gagged, grabbing for the smallest trace of air. The world around her seemed to dim, the only motion was the back and forth of her head, the feeling of her own drool dripping down her lips. The tightness of his fingers curled about her hair.

Part of her was panicking. She needed to breathe! She needed to breathe! But why did the rest feel so warm and wet and moist? Why was the voice in her head growing louder! She wanted to say that it was the curse but she knew it was otherwise

Every thrust of his cock rocked her world. Her gagging gasps which filled the corridor were so far from the poised air of nobility she had been born to wield.

They were the wanting moans of a whore.

Her pussy clenched about nothing, her core wet and needy, throbbing with want and heat and desire while her clit ached to be touched. An electric need burst and earthed itself through her, spurred on by the clamps which were biting down hard now! Her nipples, her clit, her whole body, all of them were just toys, things to be used by her owner.

She could barely think now. The world was going dark. She was gagging, **** on him. Unable to even form a thought. She knew now why the other girls had passed out like this. It was so much. Far too much.

Gods help her, she loved it! Was this really what she had always wanted? Was this really what she had touched herself to, night after night, even long before her exile?

It was her darkest fantasy brought to life, her most shameful, debased urges dragged to the surface.

She hung on. She held on by sheer **** of will alone. Her body trembled, and her muscles coiled. She felt herself slipping deeper and deeper but she refused!

She wouldn’t pass out.

Jonis moved more quickly now. Even more roughly. His hands **** her head back and forth, his cock twitched and spasmed! Before much longer, he released, orgasming as his seed filled her mouth and throat. He pulled away and Lilliana gagged, her body heaved and her senses screamed.

The taste of Jonis’ cum stained her mouth and she looked up at him. Her body shook, waves of trembling shivers coiled about her spine and back.

“Not bad,” Jonis said, almost begrudgingly. “I see you didn’t pass out. Let me see your pussy.”

“W-what?”

“You hear me, slut! Lift up your skirt and let me see it!”

He could have done it himself, but there was an extra sense of humiliation to making her do it. With trembling fingers, Lilliana took hold of the fabric of her short, white skirt and drew it up over her thighs.

There was a moment of silence. Of judgement. She closed her eyes, though she knew what he would say.

“Absolutely drenched.” His voice was calm with an edge of something harder. “Just like I thought. You have no hold over the curse at all, Lilliana.”

Silence followed his words. Deep and heavy. The pounding drumming of her heart thrummed a staccato beat through her mind. The cold touch of the air played against her pussy, caressing her tender labia with icy fingers of want and aching desire.

“My mistake,” Jonis said carefully, “was to treat you as a human. Clearly, you’re anything but. You’re a slut. A whore. A thing to be used and degraded.”

The words beat against her mind like a tide. And yet, some part of her relished them. She relished how he saw her now. She relished his low opinion, the way he regarded her. How he saw her just as a thing to be used.

No man in her life had ever treated her that way.

No man had ever dared.

His fingers closed about her collar and she was **** to her feet roughly.

“Come with me, slut. You’re about to see why the maids of my manor are so well-behaved.”

On shaking legs, Lilliana was pulled. Her skin burned, the wind whipped against her bare pussy. Arousal stained her thighs, and she saw other maids turning to look. Did they recognise her? Did they know who she was or was she just some new girl to them?

Did it matter in the end?

Her mind was churning, racing, overflowing with want and need. She could barely think. She could barely stutter. Never in her life had she felt so turned on. So absolutely and completely full of lust.

He dragged her to a room in the manor she’d never been allowed into before. It was a small room but the instant her eyes took it in, she knew it would become her whole world.

It was a punishment room. The walls were lined with tools and toys. Whips and flogs and chained and even magical ropes and string. There were gleaming needles and clamps. There were dildos, vibrating cocks, shafts designed to expand inside of your pussy, or wands that could deliver hot and cold shocks.

Taking up the centre of the room, there was a wooden stand. A raised triangle coming to a point with stirrups and cuffs for her legs. It rose to about mid height and the sight of it sent a shock of icy dread racing through her mind.

A wooden horse.

A wooden horse!

Lilliana stared. It was ghastly, horrible, the centre of gravity for her whole world. Her eyes locked on it, she couldn’t look away. Her blood raced.

How many times had she imagined what it would feel like to be put on one of those?

How many times had she desperately pined for someone who would be bold enough to break her? To fuck her? To torment her in all the degrading ways she had come to so desperately long for?

To feed her darkest desires?

“If you want to be treated like the help, there’s no exceptions, Lilliana.” Jonis’ voice whispered in her ear. “All of my maids end up here sooner or later. Now it’s your turn.”

The angle of the wooden horse was sharp. As she was hoisted onto it, the hard edge dug into her pussy. It pressed uncomfortably against the bud of her clitoris, augmented by the weight of the clamp she wore. Lilliana squirmed, a rippling river of shivering dread washed across her body at the foreign hardness pressing into her womanhood.

With a click, the cuffs locked about her legs. He bound her hands behind her back and joined a dangling chain from the roof to her collar. The weight of her body bore down on her pussy, and her sensitive lips were splayed by the horse. **** wider and wider as she sank lower. The feeling was a sort of violation she’d never experienced before. Not merely was she being penetrated, but also **** apart! The wood was rough, and the grain felt hard against her soft skin. She was breathing fast and hard. At first she was able to brace against it. She realised that with the way her feet were positioned, she could push off against the body of the wood and raise herself just off the edge.

But that quickly started to tire her calves. Before long, they were shaking and trembling. The rough edge of the wood was wet with her arousal. The sound of her rapid gasping filled the room.

“You look good like that, Lilliana.”

Jonis’ voice filled the room. She flushed. His eyes played over her. Though she still wore the maid outfit, the skirt had become hiked up and exposed her pussy to him. The dripping rivulets of her wetness stained the wooden edge that pressed against her entrance. Her face was red, crimson with shame and humiliation.

“You can try to hide it,” he said. “You can deny it. You can even argue with me about it if you;’re brave enough. In the end, it makes no difference.”

Jonis moved to the wall, Lilliana’s **** eyes followed him. His fingers closed around a liquored handle, drawing forth the trailing edge of a leather whip.

Lilliana shook her head. Part of her wanted to beg him to stop, part of her wanted to plead with him to show no mercy. Was this a dream? A nightmare? A fantasy?

For the noble lady, it was all three and more.

“You crave this,” Jonis whispered. “You want this. Your body sings for it. Don’t act like I can’t see it. Like I can’t see the naked desire radiating in every muscle and every nerve. You want this, Lilliana.”

He stepped closer now. His hands played through her hair. Soft and gentle and almost reassuring.

“I love it,” Jonis said. “I love how much you want it. I love how much your slutty body is designed for this. Designed for me. You’re perfect, Lilliana. You’re absolutely perfect. Just as I always knew you would be.”

The whip cracked against the air! The sound was raw and sharp. Lilliana snapped her head to follow it.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

The whip spoke.

“Such a slut,” he growled. “Such a pathetic whore. There’s no going back for you, is there? You’re beyond saving. But you know what? I think okay. Even if you could go back, I don’t think you’d want to.”

The whip lashed out. A sharp, sudden strike to her ass. Her eyes snapped wide, an explosion of pain bloomed along her ass. A **** rush of breath escaped her throat, part moan and part scream.

The whip came again! It clove through the skirt with ease. Her bare skin began to redden, each kiss was a crack, an impact, a sudden lance of pain and humiliation. Each one fed that bubbling darkness within her. That sense that this was what she had always wanted.

“Dance for me, Lilliana!”

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Her cries were loud, her spasming motions drove the wooden horse further between her legs. Agony and pleasure lanced through her like twin spears driving into her mind and body.

“We were made for each other!” Jonis’ voice rose over the sibilant cries of the whip. “Your body wants nothing more than to be my instrument! Your skin screams for my touch. You want to be mine, mine in body and in soul! Admit it!”

“No!”

The whip answered for him. This time it wrapped about her front. Shards of tearing cloth filled the air as her chest was exposed! Her breasts bounced, the weighted clamps pulled painfully at her nipples. Little boiling points of pressure and agony.

The whip kissed there next. Jonis laughed, the sound rich and joyful! Her cries filled the room, primal and urgent. Her body jerked and rocked, each impact stormed against her mind like a blow against the door of a besieged fortress. Her chest danced, her breasts bouncing as she flinched and jerked under the onslaught.

“Admit it!”

“N-never!”

“This is what you want!”

“No!”

“This is what you need!”

A flick of his hand and the whip curled lower. The tip struck her inner thigh, close to her lower lips. Lillian’s eyes snapped open, the stinging blow was merely the first hint of what was to come.

Her pussy!

He couldn’t intend to whip her pussy, could he?

He did. His next strike scythed between her legs and Lilliana’s world became a searing flash of red and pain. Her back coiled and arched and fire ran through her veins.

“You’re still so wet!” Jonis said. “I’m punishing you and you’re getting off on it! Don’t you understand, Lilliana? Don’t you see it? You’re perfect for me. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re an eager wet slut. Willing to be used, to be punished, to be hurt. You’re amazing! Beyond compare! None of the maids hold a candle to you and they never can.”

The whip flicked, and she recoiled as it struck her labia. A stinging red welt marked the place. It struck again, the time curling about her mound and her inner thigh. Explosions rocked her body, heat and desire and shame and pain. She twisted in her bindings. Wriggling like she never had before.

For a third time, the whip came down with a crack! The stinging kiss joined with the embrace of the horse, flooding her body with pain and humiliation. Her pussy was throbbing, agony pulsed through her and yet there was just as much pleasure. It was shameful, so humiliating but to herself at least, there was no denial.

She was getting off on it.

She was drenched. She was flooded. Each touch of the whip, every degrading comment, every reminder that she was just a whore. It all fed the fire burning in her core.

“And I,” Jonis whispered, “I am perfect for you.”

The whip came to a rest. It coiled at his side. His hands ran across her body. Soft, gentle. Stroking and touching and just being close to her. Lilliana heaved. She was a mass of pain. Burning fire crackled between her legs, her lungs were empty. Sweat beaded her paleness and her whimpering cries filled the room.

“Think of it, Lilliana,” he said. “I am what you want. What you crave. Do you think I don’t know what you want? I do.”

He kissed her, their lips locked in a moment of shock. Somehow, even after everything else she hadn’t expected that. The kiss was swift, but lingered for a few precious seconds before he pulled away.

“I can punish you,” he said softly. “I can demean you and humiliate you. I can treat you as harshly as you’ve always wanted. As you’ve always deserved. You will be my personal whore. My slut. My punished little possession with no freedom of your own. And I will protect you. I will guard you. I swear to you that no harm will befall you that I do not allow. All of the world could rise against you, Lilliana. But I will always stand at your side.”

He stroked the side of her face, his fingers curled against the burning skin of her cheeks.

“We could keep playing this game, my dear. We could go for hours and hours or even days. We’d both enjoy that. I’d make you scream and squeal. I’d make you gasp and beg. And I will. I’ll do all of those things to you and more. Everything you’ve ever imagined. Everything you’ve ever wanted but been too scared to ask.”

His eyes bore into hers. Her heart danced a wild tempo. She couldn’t look away. His words filled her like water might fill a cup. Heat and want and desire boiled up within. All her fears, her worries, the trappings of her past like, they were burning away layer by layer.

She was no fool. She could hear the want in his voice. The obsession. And the realisation filled her like a bolt to the heart.

She wanted this.

She wanted this so much. Like she had never wanted anything else in all of her life. She wanted to be his. She wanted him to punish her, to use her, to leave her shaking and crying and moaning and screaming. She wanted to feel his cock inside of her, and his seed filling her. She wanted him to fuck her against the wall. To collar her, to chain her, to fulfil every base desire, every shameful need, every dirty little urge that she had always denied herself before.

CRACK!

The snarl of the whip counterpointed her thoughts like a blast of thunder. Her body churned, feverish with need and want and desire. A frenzy field her mind, a rising heat that surged and flowed through her being.

She tried to speak but her throat was dry. The wooden horse between her legs was still spreading her, penetrating her, filling her and splaying her. The memory of the whip crackled like lightning across her skin.

“I love it…”

“I’m sorry? Would you like to say that louder, my lady?”

“I said I love it, damn you! I…I want this so much…”

Her voice died. She trembled, she couldn’t believe she was saying this, giving voice to these feelings. Lilliana swallowed. Her mouth moved but refused to form words.

“I want more…I want this.. I want you to take me and never let me go…”

She looked up, blinking back tears. Were they fear or relief? She didn’t know. Her voice trembled.

“I want you to own me. I want to be yours. I want you to be mine. You’re everything I always wanted. Jonis I…I think that I love you. Please don’t push me away now.”

“Push you away?” His voice was gruff but his touch was soft. “Never. Not in a million years. Now tell me what you want. Tell me in detail. Tell me what I am going to do to you.”

“I want to be your slut. I want to be your broken little pet. I…I want you to take your anger out on me, Jonis. I want you to treat me like the maids. No, worse! I’m a slut and a whore, a noblewoman reduced to her most base urges and I need you to use me! I want you to fuck me and punish me and make me beg! I want you to make me scream! Please, please, please, please!”

There was silence then. Her words thrummed through the air. No wizard, no mage, no sorcerer could ever have used words with more power at that exact moment. She felt as if the future had turned to mud. As if all she had known and expected and anticipated was melting to nothing around her and she was being left with an unknown future. Like she was casting herself into a churning sea of possibilities with no knowledge of whether she would drown or find safe land.

Then, Jonis reached out. Not with the whip but with his hand. His fingers brushed her collar with a loving caress. His eyes bored deep into her own. She couldn’t look away. She was falling, twisting, diving into those eyes.

“I think I love you,” she whispered again. “I’ve felt it ever since I came here. I want you to use me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to own me. The curse knows it too. Ever since we met, it’s been easier to control. Because you’re my master and I belong to you.”

For a long moment, Jonis didn’t say anything. He regarded her, his eyes commanding and deep.

“Then I will own you,” he said softly. “And I will use you. And I will make you mine.”

He fucked her after that. He pulled her off the horse, not even bothering to undo the binding which held her arms. Lilliana was **** against the wall, her back arched. His cock pumped her pussy, forcing aside her lower lips. Her pussy was bruised from the wooden horse, so each thrust was followed by pain. Her muscles grew tight and her core clenched about his shaft. He filled her right to the brim, his motions fast and frenzied. They filled her with churning pleasure and the pressure of his thrusts **** her chest against the wall.

“I-I’m your little slut!” She moaned. At his instruction, she humiliated and degraded herself. Every thrust of his body was accompanied by humiliation and rising lust. “I’m a whore! I-I’m your whore made to take your cock!”

Those words drove him into a frenzy, his penetrations were fast now, fast and deep. Rippling shockwaves of desire raced across her skin. She breathed, gasping more and more quickly. His fingers pinched and kneaded her clit, shading the pleasure with equal amounts of pain.

Her legs were shaking now. Her body was tight. Her mind churned with utter ecstasy and shame as every thrust of the man’s body slammed her against the wall.

He came inside of her, filling her pussy to the brim with his seed until it dripped between her legs as he pulled out. Shuddering with silent waves of her own release, Lilliana sank to her knees.

But Jonis presented his cock to her again.

“Clean it,” he said.

This time, he didn’t forcefully fill her mouth. This time it was down to her. She took his shaft between her lips like a **** should, tasting it and kissing it. She ran her tongue across its head, delivering the softest of caresses to it. She tasted him. She tasted herself on him. Every drop she cleaned with her tongue and her mouth.

Before long, he was hard again.

He made her dance for him. But not just like that. He attached weights to her clamps, particularly the one between her legs. Lilliana felt that she could barely even stagger as it pulled cruelly at her most delicate place. She wailed and squirmed and cried, the tears pouring down her face.

But the crack of the whip made her dance.

Humiliation. Shame. Desire and pleasure. These were the things that crashed down upon her. That filled her up. That occupied her mind as she turned and squirmed and danced for this man.

His fingers darted out! She recoiled as they found her entrance. Lilliana gave a squeak, her back arched again. The feeling pounded through her now, fresh and strong. The eruption of pleasure screamed through her mind.

For the second time, she came as he fingered her furiously. Her pussy squirmed and clenched and she gave a wail as she hit her release. Her eyes were wide. Her body shaking. She felt numb all over now, but numb in a good way. Like she had been utterly spent.

But the game was not yet over.

At his command, the curse sprang back into action. Lilliana had told him that it considered him her owner now and she had not lied. She found herself bound again in black leather. A rubber phallus **** down her throat as a vibrator dildo filled her pussy. Not only did it throb and pulse and shiver with frenzied motion, but it also was able to move between hot and cold. The feeling of it stuffing her, pinning her walls apart, it was a feeling she couldn’t even describe!

Jonis left her on the floor like that. Watching coldly as she was **** to climax again and again. She’d already done it twice and after the horse, her pussy was raw and abused. Each orgasm was more painful than the last, each one used her up, filled her with aches and pleasure alike. Yet for all that, it became even more intense. The first one, she bore quietly. The second made her squirm and moan.

By the third, she was gasping and shivering.

The fourth was the one that started her trying to beg. She pleaded with him in broken gasps, the gag stealing her words. Her very body was shaking and trembling, her nerves were screaming. She was drowning in it. Drowning in the raw sensation.

The fifth orgasm hit her like a boulder rolling down a mountain. The raw energy of the moment knifed her. It tore into her. It churned and danced and sparked between her nerves in a twirling frenzy of ecstasy and agony. She was losing herself to it. She was sinking into it.

Squirming, gasping, cumming on the ground like a slut, Lilliana Vos Swartz realised she had finally come home. This was what she had wanted. What she had always wanted. Every dark desire granted, every base urge fulfilled.

This would be her life now and for the first time that she could recall in a long whole, she was content.

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Jonis had never felt happier. He clamped down on it, refusing to let it show. Below him, Lilliana writhed in helpless ecstasy. The pain and pleasure danced across her face.

He had no fear for her safety. As cold and cruel as his outer appearance may have been, the curse had been carefully chosen.

It would not harm her. It would not allow her to be harmed. It was, in fact, not a curse at all. It was a spell of binding. A distant lore point in the game that he had spent some years running down once game had become reality.

A binding spell between a queen and her king.

He had chosen it very carefully. Just as he had placed it in the dungeon for her to find. Just as he had carefully watched her route, making sure that she was **** but never truly in danger.

Just as he had made sure that she was exiled some years before the canon timeline and also just as he had made sure that she had no one to rely on but himself.

In every version of the game, in every route and every timeline, Lilliana Vos Swartz died horribly. Executed. Poisoned. Left to bandits. Torn apart by demons. She was simply a villain to be removed.

He would not allow it. Not when the game was real.

She was his. Now and forever. His to guard and protect and train and break. Did part of him feel guilty about this grand manipulation?

Perhaps.

Maybe a tiny part. A sliver of the man who had once called earth home. He consoled that part. This was better for all involved. She would enjoy her new life or the curse would not have taken. It brought feelings to the surface, it didn’t create them. And while she was like this, he could watch over her. There was now no being in all of the game that was stronger than him. He could guard her, protect her.

“Lilliana,” he heard himself say. “I love you as well. We were made for each other. I promise I will always keep you safe.”

And he lived up to his promise too. Before long, rumours began to spread. Jonis, the legendary retired adventurer, had found a partner. A new Lady of the House who was clearly of noble blood.

Those who fawned over her during the day would surely have been shocked to know how he treated her each night. Or to know that her supposed ill-health was really simply an excuse for her extended punishments. The weeks she spent in recovery were instead dedicated to the wooden horse, to chains, to whips, and to all the other cruel and inventive games that Jonis could envision.

For anyone else, it would have been a nightmare. A hellish existence from which there was no escape. But for Lilliana, it was what she had always wanted. Every moan and gasp and cry of pain, every orgasm, every penetration.

She didn’t think she could ever go back to life without them.