Ending b. Lady of the House (BAD END)

She never gets her chance at freedom.

As the days go by, her bonds remain tight and inflexible. She is able to manage a few wordless cantrips, but none to help her. Cleansing her body with the magic of the Matrons doesn’t do anything to help her slip free, and only keeps her smooth and clean for her captor.

Sometimes, he hauls her over, her face smushed against the boards of the small cottage, and ruts her from behind, planting smack after smack on her doughy rear.

He has a fascination with her lower body, rubbing and wiping himself on her thighs, and her feet, or else lapping and sucking and her toes until she feels herself fighting not to moan.

Little by little, she grows accustomed to the degradations and uses. Chores keep her busy, once she’s allowed off her knees, and her hands are tied before her, rather than behind her. She cleans, and eventually cooks. It becomes their routine that she brings him his dinner, and then sucks his cock while he eats it.

The day she finds herself kneeling unbidden, bobbing away on his length without being guided, she feels a sense of revulsion. Yet also… peace? It’s all become very easy, she realises. It’s not alchemy or potion brewing, but there is something satisfying about the preparation of meals. And since Svartleby likes his food, there’s a steady flow of fresh ingredients to work with.

The gag is finally removed, though replaced with a new one - a solid ball on a leash strap that means she’s still drooling half the time, but which is considerably less painful on the jaw.

She’s aware that she’s becoming accustomed to things, and that she shouldn’t. But the cottage is quaint, and isolated. There’s nothing for her to worry about. She wonders sometimes, as she stands at the stove, or lays beneath Svartleby as he ruts at her, if some spell has been cast on her.

She isn’t sure how much it matters anymore. When the gag comes off, casting a spell is the furthest thing from her mind. This is her life now, she knows, as she brings him his dinner, and sinks to her knees beneath the table.

- The End -