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Chapter 96 by Wulfblade Wulfblade

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Charlene takes Evellyn to her summer estate

Charlene hops back onto her horse, her self-satisfied smirk never leaving her face. With a swift motion, she tugs on the silk rope tied to Evellyn's collar, prompting her to stumble forward. She kicks her horse into a steady pace, and begins leading Evellyn out of the foliage and towards a nearby forest road. Isabelle follows a short distance behind them on a second, smaller horse. Evellyn's bare feet navigate the sandy trail, adding another layer of discomfort to an already plenty uncomfortable journey. "Easy there, little pup. We wouldn't want you tripping over those clumsy paws," Charlene taunts. Evellyn grits her teeth, suppressing the urge to snap back with a retort as she knows Charlene would only relish it.

As they emerge from the thick woods the summer estate suddenly comes into view. Charlene's imposing mansion stands amidst well-tended gardens, surrounded on all sides by woodland. Servants and workers stop their tasks, their eyes widening at the spectacle before them. Charlene, like a conqueror displaying her victory, leads the buck-naked Evellyn through the estate gates. The horse hooves clatter on the stones of the pathway, echoing through the courtyard in front of the main building. Charlene dismounts gracefully, leaving Evellyn awkwardly standing on display. Evellyn's face burns with shame and anger as the servants exchange bewildered glances or subdued snickering, getting a good look at all of her curves - from her bosom to her shapely buttocks. Charlene, reveling in the attention, pulls Evelyn past them with a haughty air and leads Evellyn up the threshold into the mansion, her rack jiggling with the **** pace.

"Such a well-trained pet you've become, Evey. A knight turned lapdog, who would've thought?" Charlene chuckles, the sound resonating through the hallways as they traverse the grand interior. Servants within the estate, many seemingly familiar with Charlene's capricious whims, watch the procession with a mix of interest and discomfort. Charlene tugs Evellyn’s leash and leads her into a large living room, complete with a large fireplace and massive oaken beams lining the historical ceiling.

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