Into the stable

Master Dak leads you into the dimly lit interior of the stables. Master. You swallow nervously. It's always just been a standard honorific given to respectable men but now it really means that he's your master. And you're his ****. He paid for you. It all happened so fast, and everyone was so casual about it. But none of that is your concern anymore. Nothing anywhere would be your concern anymore except what Master Dak decides to make your concern. That knowledge excites you as the man turns, directing you into side room just inside the building.

The walls of this room are covered in iron tools, steel and leather restraints, and standard tack you would expect in a stable. There's a large wooden frame in the middle of the room. Master Dak guides you into the middle of it with one hand on your lower back. "In you go, girl. That's it, stand right there. My, you are a lovely one, aren't you?"

"...thank you, Master." You're genuinely flattered. It's strange how unbothered you are by your nudity in front of this man. The knowledge that he owns you and is pleased with you is definitely helping. And you are eager to prove yourself willing and valuable, so when Master Dak plucks a rope from the wall, you immediately present your wrists to him to be bound.

He chuckles. "Good girl, but that's not quite right." He turns you around and gathers your wrists together again behind your back, looping the rope quickly and efficiently over your hands and again just above your elbows to lock your arms straight and tight. More rope is looped around your shoulders and drawn back down your arms in some complicated fashion you can't quite see. The position forces your chest out a little bit, but you don't mind showing yourself off for your master.

He even rewards your enthusiasm with some groping, squeezing and pinching your chest to his satisfaction. It only really serves to tease you, unfortunately, leaving you even more frustratedly horny than before. Your master ignores your soft whine of protest, however, to walk you to one side of the frame and press your hips against a smooth, rounded horizontal beam. The rope between your wrists is hooked onto a chain and then pulled upwards overhead, forcing you to bend forward over the beam until you rise up onto the tips of your toes uncomfortably.

"Ah!" You're suddenly grateful for the ropes on your shoulders, as they're doing most of the work of supporting your upper body's weight, keeping you from falling forward on your face over the beam. At this point, you're already more or less helpless, but Master Dak then takes each of your ankles and ties it to the post on either side of you, lifting each one off the ground to transfer all of your weight onto the rope-straps at your shoulders and the beam under your hips.

Mrs. Dak enters your field of view, holding a rather intimidating gag. Without waiting for her to speak, you open your mouth submissively. Anything they're going to do to you at this point, it's too late for you to consider fighting back. You might as well cooperate.

Mrs. Dak smiles as she pushes the huge soft ball of the gag into your mouth and begins buckling the straps to your head. It's a huge gag that covers most of your face, including serving as a blindfold. The world is completely shut out as the gag's straps are pulled tight. "Oh, she's a good girl, isn't she? That Lady Dun never disappoints, after all."

The gag is a massive ball of some kind of fabric, and it had been soaked in an unfamiliar liquid. Mildly sweet in flavor, it leaves a faint tingling sensation on your tongue. It's not a hard gag, but there's so much material that it presses your tongue down and fills the spaces between your teeth, allowing you to bite down on it comfortably. The sweet fluid prompts your mouth to produce a lot of saliva which you are **** to swallow awkwardly, along with the mystery liquid.

"Aye, that she is. And just look at the way her cunt is drippin'. Ya ever see that on a new girl?"

Something is attached to the back of your gag and pulled tight, forcing your head back. A collar is placed around your throat and something else is secured to that and pulled tight, rending you unable even to wiggle your body more than a little bit. "No, not a new one. Oh, how exciting! I can't wait to see how she responds to the training."

A thick bulb of cold steel is pressed against your soaking pussy, startlingly cool against your hot flesh. **** for that thing to penetrate you, you pull gently against your restraints but can't move an inch. Despite your sexual frustration, you do find comfort in your own immovability. Your owners seem to know what they're doing; it inspires confidence. You're in their hands, now.

The steel bulb turns out to be a butt-plug, and it's not small, you realize, as one of your owners begins to **** it into your ass. But with even pressure, a calming hand on your side, and a gentle reassuring voice, you're able to relax enough to accept the full intrusion, panting somewhat when it's over.

Except that really, your new life as a **** is only just beginning. You know you made the right choice, submitting to Lady Dun, and letting her sell you off. Nothing in your time as a Royal Knight has ever been so right for you as that moment. Unsure exactly where you even are, and bound more helpless than you ever knew was possible, with two strangers filling your holes with gods-only-knows what. You actually feel quite relaxed, happy, even. Everything is absolutely perfect.

Your whole body surrenders to your situation, relaxing completely. You're delighted to find that your position allows the sweet saliva mixture in your mouth to simply trickle lazily down your throat without effort. Several minutes pass and you drift peacefully on the edge of your own awareness.

Mrs. Dak speaks, too low or far away to understand, but Master Dak, with one hand on your throat, responds clearly. "Not quite. She's resistant to the ****. Should have been out an hour ago. Sure is strong, this one." Then, after something else from Mrs. Dak, the last words you hear from your master before everything fades completely is, "Eh, it's good enough. Let's get started."