Of course not.

Jacque hooks your cuffs to your collar, and then to a leash. Cruely, he grabs you by your nipples and pulls you up right and leads you to the bar. Raven and Melodia are there, visibly intoxicated. Melodia still wears the hood you gave her and has wiped off all the evidence of her earlier contest.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey mistress!” Shouts Melodia. “I thought I was supposed to be the sub here.” She leans on you way to heavily. “Hehe, what’s going on?” Melodia has the most annoying drunk laugh you have ever heard. Raven is equally drunk and is alerting Jacque to the fact with a welcoming crotch rub. The two of them are whispering sweet nothings to one another in French. “Did you have sex without me?” Melodia asks. “That’s okay, I had drinks without you. It was really fun. That Raven is super nice.” You scream through the ring gag in frustration, causing a droplet of spittle and cum to drip down onto your boob.

“Now, now, ladies, it is time for us to leave.” He gives your ass a solid smack and a squeeze. “We still have a long night ahead of us.” Melodia and Raven’s smart cuffs are produced and equipped. The man seems to have endless lengths of chain, which he runs in between each of his **** girls forming a train of prisoners, with your sweet dairy air forming the kaboose. You squirm against Melodia and Raven, but they each seem to be giddy with the sisterhood of slavery.

Raven is in the lead, and is directed by Jacque to exit the building. When you step outside you realize that the sun has set. The canyon is now lit by hundreds of street lights and there is a warm breeze caressing your skin. “It is a nice night. Why do we not walk home?” Jacque proposes. “I will give you each a little something so that you do not get cold.” Melodia is reunited with her plug belt, and both you and Raven receive matching vibrators, which Jacque secures in place with a quick crotchrope. After setting them to a low intensity, he directs you across the rickety rope bridge and up the stairs. You rage at the fact that mere hours ago, you descended these steps leading a ****. Now you are following said **** by a chain (who now that she is drunk has no problem crossing the bridge).

The night life in Dogsville is pretty intense. Outlaws aren’t known for their reserved natures and the town caters to them. Public drinking and fucking is everywhere. Raven seems to know the way and navigates the crowded streets. Unfortunately, her drunkenness also seems to drive her to seek attention. She deliberately directs the coffle towards large groups of drunken men. Each time, the three of you are mercilessly molested. Cold alien appendages crawl over your defenseless body; warm fuzzy tentacles make you shiver and squirm as your breasts, nipples and but are slapped, pinched and caressed. You do your best to steer from the rear, but it is no use. Jacque seems to enjoy Raven’s antics and viciously crops you whenever you resist the alpha-subs guidance.

After a long walk you finally arrive at Jacque’s abode. An arched wooden door is built into the canyon wall. The heavy bolts, splintered wood, and black iron supports put you in mind of something from ancient times: a time with castles, and dungeons. Jacque pulls out a key as antiquated looking as the door and pushes open the gateway. Torchlight and a gust of cool air greets you. It surprises you not a wit that a man like Jacque uses honest to god torches as a light source. Two starways can be seen from the outside. One going up, and one going down. Without hesitation, Raven descends. The pit of your stomach goes cold.

The stairs and the tunnel have been carved out of the canyon and they feel rough against your bare feet. You dare not resist to heavily, lest you fall in the darkness. Melodia, as drunk as she is, has two near stumbles in the flickering light. Jacque hums a merry toon as he swats your bottom with the crop. “Hurry now madams. Almost there.”

The stairs deposit you in the most stereotypical dungeon you have ever seen. Stone walls encase classic instruments of bondage and ****. The variety is impressive. There is a rack, a Saint Andrew's Cross, a wheel partially submerged in water, and more are artfully distributed throughout the room. Every ten feet of wall seems to have manacles bolted in, save for the wall opposite where you came in, which host three prison cells containing nothing more than a wooden cot. He even has an Iron Maiden, most likely to intimidate the new submissives. It works.

“Welcome to your accommodations for the evening. I hope you find them to your liking.” You do not. “Raven will get your **** situated, while I prepare you for your evening.” Your loins stir as you contemplate what Jacque will do to you. He begins by removing all your bonds save your collar. You struggle against him but it is no use. If you’re completely honest with yourself, you’re just going through the motions of defiance; you're just too horny to put up serious resistance.

Thumbcuffs are provided, and your hands are painfully pulled above your head, forcing you onto your toes. Next, your hair is tied into a tight ponytail with a long piece of string. This string is then looped through a link of chain that locks on to a manacle on your left foot. Your whole leg is pulled up behind you, arching your back and neck. It is the most painful restraint you’ve ever been in, and you've been a prisoner of the Iollians: a species whom pride themselves on sadism.

“Monsieur?” you hear Raven call as Jacque finishes.

“Pardon,” he says with a softness completely at odds with the harsh pinch he delivers to your nipple before turning to Raven. They speak softly in french as you whimper in agony and arousal. Heavy and **** breaths fill your lungs as you wait for your masters cruel touch.

“Well, mademoiselle, I have good news and I have bad news.” Uh-oh. “The good news is that, as of now, I release you from the terms of our wager.” You mewl questioningly. “The bad news is that as Raven was tucking your **** in for the night, she removed her hood, and discovered that your **** is in fact Melodia Sarmack.” FUCK. “As you are surely aware, there is a massive bounty on this woman.” A riding crop cracks across your breasts forcing a cry from you. “More importantly, your **** is someone who my client has a serious interest in.” A scream as the crop comes down your upraised foot. “I will deliver Melodia in the morning and receive a healthy finders fee, something that you should have done in the first place I might add.” Two more strikes, one to each breast. “Typically, whenever a business rival interferes in Madam Bellextra's affairs, she has me train them to be a sex ****. She doesn't want them for herself, but she does like to make sure they are never able to meddle in her dealings again.”

He continues to **** you with the crop while Raven kneels in between your legs. In each hand, she holds dildoes far too large for your liking. You look down at her, begging her with your eyes. All you see in return is hungry smile that holds no sympathy for you. Without even bothering to lube them up, she slides the first one into your pussy right as Jacque strikes your ass. “HRRRNGH!” You honestly can’t tell if it was a cry of pleasure or frustration. The evening has left you wet and the first dildo slides in easily. Shit, definitely pleasure.

You buck and squirm as you feel the second dildo push against your rear. Involuntarily, you shake your head. It kills you to show weakness, but they have not lubed that monster and it is going to tear you apart. Jacque pauses his torments to pull your cheeks apart and hold you steady. You take a deep breath just before Raven rams it into your ass. After your screams die, Jacque leans in close. “Fortunately for me, Madam Bellextra is very patient. We have all the time in the world.”

The last you see of Melodia is when Jacque leads her away in chains the next day. You both moan pitifully but there is nothing that can be done. Well, nothing other than take the piston mounting fucking machine Raven and Jacque left to keep you company. You watch Melodia’s as magnificent, 90,000 credit ass is frogmarched out of the dungeon while you are strapped to a bondage bench. Flogging marks and Jacque’s semen cover your back.

After three hours and 9 orgasms, Jacque returns and your training begins in earnest. Your first day is dedicating to making sure you understand the rules of your new lifestyle. For the most part they’re pretty basic **** rules;, don’t speak without permission, don’t orgasm without permission, no leaving the dungeon without permission, (permission is a big part of your life now), but some of them prove to be tricky. For example, no speaking in any other language than French. This makes it very difficult to ask permission to cum, as you discovered 10 minutes into Jacques explanation of the rules. Needless to say, you were punished both for cumming without permission, and failure to speak French. It is also made clear to you that if you are prevented from any reason from obeying one of the rules (say, you can’t ask for permission to cum because you are **** on Jacque’s cock or you don’t speak French), it does not mean you avoid the associated punishments. Indeed, your entire night is dedicated to punishing you for all the times you failed to speak french, spoke without permission, or came without permission.

Over the next few months you settle into a routine. Typically you wake up in your cage (not one of the cells they have, that wouldn't be sadistic enough), a small thing that forces you to curl into a ball. In fact, it is so small that you don’t actually fit. Your head fits through a hole in the front door, specifically made to fit your neck, while your ass hangs out the back of the cage through a similar space. This means that your wake up call is either Jacque’s dick, or Raven’s strapon.

Another thing that is quickly established is Raven’s role in your new life. She is the alpha ****, and you are the omega ****. She is so far above you in station, that as far as you are concerned she is a mistress. After your morning pounding, you are transferred into whatever bondage or restraint she fancies, and you are instructed by her in french. And she is a BITCH. It is very clear that Jacque was not exaggerating when he said that Raven was jealous of other slaves. French lessons are her favorite way of expressing this spite. You don't know how she expects you to say "S'il vous plait," with a massive, squirting dildo in your mouth, or "baisez mon cul" when she vibes your clit. The slightest mispronunciation is met with immediate and unforgiving punishment, be it whip, paddle, hot wax, or breath deprivation. As a longtime sex **** and masochist, Raven knows exactly what hurts the most.

French lessons take up most of the morning. You are **** fed your first meal around noon, generally nutripaste flavored with semen, via cruel gag that attaches to a tube. Afterwards, you clean the dungeon. Raven ties a sponge in your mouth and forces you to mop the entire thing, or she shoves a broom up your ass and makes you sweep. All sex toys are cleaned of any residual fluids with your mouth, and organized appropriately.

You have a bit of a break in the late afternoon before Jacque comes home. Raven has her own chores which you are not trusted with so she can’t watch over you all the time. This time is spent tied to a fucking machine. Jacque has several models, all of which are effective, so at least you're never bored. Unfortunately, no one is around to grant you permission to cum. Once Raven finishes her chores she checks your collar, which has a bio-monitor that keeps track of your orgasms. She then proceeds to punish you for you illicit orgasms until Jacque returns home from whatever work he has. (One day she felt particularly cruel, and spiked your nutripaste with an aphrodisiac. Your punishment lasted three days, partly because you kept orgasming during the punishment.)

Next is your favorite part of the day (not a huge accomplishment, but you take what you can get). The first thing that Jacque does when he gets home is have a threesome. They don’t untie you, and Raven gets the lion share of the attention, but it is still good solid sex. Jacque is a master (or maitre, as your French lessons have taught you) of sexual positions and pleasure. That dick will not quit and he always makes you scream in orgasm. He even gives you permission to cum.

The evening is usually a time of quiet and reflection. After feeding you table scraps, the three of you retire to the apartment above the dungeon, which is actually quite luxurious. You are always bound of course, but you are not required to do anything generally. If Jacque is feeling particularly randy, you may participate in another threesome Or, and this is the worst of all the tortures inflicted on you, Jacque will simply fuck Raven, and make you watch, stewing in your own horniness. At the end of the evening, you are returned to your cave.

As the months go by, your position becomes more bearable. They begin letting you sleep in a cell with restraints, and eventually without restraints. As you become more practiced in French, the lessons become less painful. instead of eating your nutripaste through a tube, you are allowed to lap it up from a dog bowl. Raven still punishes you for all of the **** orgasms while she works, but you stop dreading the pain, and allow yourself to cum as much you can while she’s at work.

Jacque also picks out some outfits for you as rewards for your training's progression. It starts out small, like heels, and nylons, things that you can wear and still clearly be a ****. More elaborate fetish wear comes next. Corsets and garters. You never get to choose what you wear, but the change does fill you with a sense of… pride? Even though you know it is just part of the process of objectifying you, it still makes you feel more sexy, makes you want to earn more.

Jacque begins showing you off as his **** in public. Your first trip around Dogsville felt so liberating. Sure, you wore nothing but a posture collar, some sexy white garters and matching nylons, and an armbinder that felt like it would pull your shoulders out of your sockets, but it felt good to be outside again. The sun kissing your bare breasts, the coolwind against your soaked thighs. And all the attention you receive from Dogsville residents is much appreciated.

You are paraded around Dogsville alongside Raven, who as time goes on, sees you less as a threat to her position, and more of a sister. A little sister to be bullied at every opportunity, but a sister nonetheless. He takes you to places like swingers, where he meets with clients. You and Raven are utilized as powerful tools of distraction while Jacque negotiates prices or tricks marks into dropping useful tidbits of information.

One day you are cleaning the apartment. Raven was out doing some grocery shopping and Jacque was on a mission. You're wearing a latex maid outfit, with a tight, assless hobble skirt instead of the frilly skirt typically associated with the uniform. Without meaning to you knock over a calendar. Picking it up you note the date. It’s been over a year since you were enslaved. You are completely shocked. Surely it can’t have been that long can it? With a shrug you leave it on the floor. If everything is too neat, Raven won't have any reason to punish you, will she?

BAD END: FRENCH MAID
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