Freedom and Slavery

The next several hours were relatively tame compared to your recent ordeal. Khal had of course taken your phone, laptop, and all your other electronics and claimed them as his own. He had also claimed all of your credit cards and bank accounts, which meant that there really wasn’t any way you could escape even if he did let you go.

You spent most of your morning going through all of your clothes and throwing out anything that didn’t live up to your master’s standards. Unfortunately for you, he only seemed to approve of your most risqué lingerie, a few bikinis, and a Princess Leia costume you bought a few years back to please an ex. Everything else you were made to bag up and burn outside. In the back yard. To make it even more humiliating, he made you watch them burn and edge yourself once for each bag you had to add to the fire.

By the time you were done, you were a horny, **** mess. Khal was indifferent to your need of course; he simple told you that this was punishment for wearing clothes above your station. Once the last of your clothing was gone, khal fucked you right there in the yard. Even with the gag in your mouth, you were sure that everyone on your block was able to hear your moans as he pounded your needy cunt over and over. Forgetting yourself and your new place, you managed to cum twice during the ordeal.

As punishment for cumming without permission, Khal grabbed a thin branch that was just lying in your yard and told you to kneel with your legs spread as you cupped your tits. Once you were in position, khal to the branch and beat your tits hard. The pain was unlike anything you had ever felt before; he wasn’t supposed to be this sadistic with you either. But this sudden change of fortune was all happening so fast that you barely even registered just how quickly Khal Drogo was adopting to his new role as a modern day dom. What made matters even worse for you is that even receiving your flogging felt right to you. It was natural for him to own you; to own your orgams. It was equally natural for him to punish you for your insolence and disobedience.

When Khal was done with you, your tits were a dark red color with horizontal cuts lashed across them. He then ordered you back into the kitchen to cook for him once more. Once Khal was fed, the rest of your afternoon was pretty tame. Khal seemed to be engrossed with something online so he left you gaged and chained to the bed like last night and ordered you to edge till he needed you again.

Sometime later that afternoon, you heard a knock at the door. Khal looked outside and saw that it was the delivery man with this morning’s purchases. Khal u tied you from the bed and sent you down to answer the door. The delivery boy was more than a bit supieses to see you answer the door like this. He seemed to gather himself quickly though, and believing you to just be another RealDreams character, reached out and started groping your already brushed tits.

Under the current legal system, characters weren’t seen as real people, so it wasn’t common for them to be groped and fondled by others unless their owners specified otherwise. Men had made such advances on you before, believing you to be just another Emilia Clarke copy before suffering from your sharp right hook or a dose of pepper spray to the face. Now you were completely defenseless and **** before this pudgy and balding delivery man as his hands roamed over your body. What was worse, your pussy was soaked after hours of edging. You couldn’t help but moan as he twisted your nipples.

You were certain he would have taken you right there, but just at that moment, Khal appeared in the doorway. He had shaved off his beard and had restyled his beard into dreadlocks. He also speared to have taken one of the suits belonging to your Christian Grey character and was now properly dressed. Like this, it was nearly impossible to tell that he was a copy of Jason Momoa, much less the feared warlord from game of thrones. All it took was a single grunt from your Master and the delivery man’s hands were once again to himself. “I have your express delivery sir”, he said nervously as he pointed to an assortment of boxes behind him.

“Good”, if there is nothing more you need from me, you may be on your way. ****, bring my boxes inside. I have a feeling we’re going to enjoy what’s inside.” You nod wordlessly as you move to get the boxes from the porch. You realize as you do so that your public nudity is far less of a concern for you now than it was the night before. There are enough boxes here that you’re required to make multiple trips. As you work you notice more than a few of your neighbors eying you up. They make no move to check on you. Just like everyone else, they just assume that you must eve s character. Perhaps you loved out and the new owner has a thing for bondage and game of thrones they might be thinking. Or maybe worse, they’ve known all along that you’ve owned characters and decided to order one that looks just like you for some twisted reason. It doesn’t really matter though because your master doesn’t give you enough time to think anything else through. Once the last of the boxes are back inside Khal once again forces you to the same position as before: on your knees with your legs spread and your tits cupped and presented for him to play with and ****. “This is the stance you are to adopt whenever you are waiting for me. Is that understood ****?” The great Khal asks as he towers over you and begins undressing once more.

You nod your head and mían into your gag as you watch him. He removed your gag from your mouth only to replace it with his cock immediately. In his hands he holds a small box. From inside it, he pulls out two serums. The first one is red and khal injects it into the side of his neck. Your eyes stare up at him attentively as your head bobs up and down. “There”. He says triumphantly as the serum is emptied into is blood stream. “Now I won’t have to worry about you bewitching me with that tongue of yours. And now for your own dose.” He pulls out the second serum, blue this time, and injects it into you. You barely register what’s happened to you before an overwhelming sense of panic overcomes you. Those serums were designed to modify characters, not people. There was no way of telling what might happen with that kind of concoction in her blood stream. Khal finished on your face this time, not concerned at all for what’s just happens before he goes over to his phone. “Now it’s time to see if your sorcery works just as well for me as it did for you”. As he speaks, you can feel a slight tingling sensation move over your body. You gulp in anticipation as you worry about what he may have planned for you.