Lux’s ending: Domesticated

Yes/No (Likely): Is Lux pregnant yet? | [5,5] Yes

The hours and days melt together with no sense of rhyme or reason. Radan doesn’t keep Lux chained down; he doesn’t need to. She tells herself that she has no chance of escape, that she’d be lost down in the tunnels, at the mercy of the other outcasts. Radan brings her food, and water to bathe herself, and new clothes; keeping her physically comfortable, at least.

Hazily she wonders if there’s something in the food, if he gave her some kind of potion before she even woke up the first time. It doesn’t seem to matter much at this point. He’s bred her so thoroughly already that there’s no escaping the inevitable consequences.

Time after time, she gives herself to him willingly, in ever-new positions, lets him take her to the heights of passion before planting his seed in her yet again. She falls asleep with his cock still inside her, knowing that her fate is already sealed. Her womb has spent so much time bathed in his seed, there’s no way she isn’t pregnant by now. Might as well give in to the pleasure – might as well enjoy it…

Finally – and she has no idea whether it’s been a few days or weeks – after a meal, he takes her hand and leads her out, away from the chamber that’s become a kind of home. She follows him as if in a dream, only a small part of her wondering what happened in the end with Atara and Olan and the outcasts; she sees nobody else along the way. After a while, they reach an open doorway, and Lux has to shield her eyes as she steps out into the faint light of dawn.

Lux stands staring for a while, unsure whether to believe this is real. So much has happened, her life turned upside-down. This taste of what used to be normal is almost shocking. The outside world, sunlight, fresh air...

“Well, darling,” Radan says, leaning down to kiss her hand, “this is where I leave you. Promised you’d be free again, didn’t I?”

“Wait,” Lux says, trying to shake the fog from her mind, “I still need the key for this collar.”

“Oh, that.” Radan shrugs. “Key wouldn’t do you much good. I welded the lock closed, while you were sleeping.”

“What? No, no…” Lux stammers in disbelief, clutching at the thing around her neck. “How am I going to – ?”

Radan shrugs. “You could try asking a blacksmith to cut it off. I wouldn’t recommend it, though. The magic in those things can be volatile.”

Lux stares at him in horror, her hands still on the collar. “You can’t – You’re going to just leave me like this – ?”

Radan shrugs. He steps back through the doorway, and the door starts to slide closed. “I think it looks good on you,” he calls out. “Perfect for a tame breeding bitch.”

With a clunk, the door closes. Shivering in the morning air, Lux stands wide-eyed, her future flashing before her: pregnant, alone, her magic maybe gone forever, marked by this collar for all to see…